Rosamund Gray, Essays, Letters, and PoemsWillis P. Hazard, 1856 - 425 pages |
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... hope better things from thy mild . aspect and benign influences . Lady of heaven , thou lendest thy pure lamp to light the way to the virgin mourner , when she goes to seek the tomb where her warrior lover lies . Friend of the ...
... hope better things from thy mild . aspect and benign influences . Lady of heaven , thou lendest thy pure lamp to light the way to the virgin mourner , when she goes to seek the tomb where her warrior lover lies . Friend of the ...
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... Elinor ; but there were also times in which he felt misgivings - it was An event he could scarce hope for very joy ! Allan's real presence that evening was more at the cot- tage than at the house where his bodily semblance was ( 27 )
... Elinor ; but there were also times in which he felt misgivings - it was An event he could scarce hope for very joy ! Allan's real presence that evening was more at the cot- tage than at the house where his bodily semblance was ( 27 )
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... hope keeps a body very wakeful , I know . Elinor Clare was the best good creature - the least self- ish human being I ever knew — always at work for other people's good , planning other people's happiness - contin- ually forgetful to ...
... hope keeps a body very wakeful , I know . Elinor Clare was the best good creature - the least self- ish human being I ever knew — always at work for other people's good , planning other people's happiness - contin- ually forgetful to ...
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... hope with the partner of her earthly cares― but she found a repulse . Deprived of such a wife , think you the old man could long have endured his existence ? or what consolation would his wretched daughter have had to offer him , but ...
... hope with the partner of her earthly cares― but she found a repulse . Deprived of such a wife , think you the old man could long have endured his existence ? or what consolation would his wretched daughter have had to offer him , but ...
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... hope . But the morning was dull and overcast , and my spirits were under a cloud . I feel my error . Is it no blessing that we two love one another so dearly -that Allan is left me - that you are settled in life - that worldly affairs ...
... hope . But the morning was dull and overcast , and my spirits were under a cloud . I feel my error . Is it no blessing that we two love one another so dearly -that Allan is left me - that you are settled in life - that worldly affairs ...
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Page 284 - Left him, to muse on the old familiar faces. Ghost-like I paced round the haunts of my childhood, Earth seemed a desert I was bound to traverse, Seeking to find the old familiar faces. Friend of my bosom, thou more than a brother, Why wert not thou born in my father's dwelling? So might we talk of the old familiar faces.
Page 283 - THE OLD FAMILIAR FACES. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. I have been laughing, I have been carousing, Drinking late, sitting late, with my bosom cronies ; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 95 - Tate has put his hook in the nostrils of this Leviathan, for Garrick and his followers, the showmen of the scene, to draw the mighty beast about more easily. A happy ending ! — as if the living martyrdom that Lear had gone through, — the flaying of his feelings alive, did not make a fair dismissal from the stage of life the only decorous thing for him.
Page 284 - Closed are her doors on me, I must not see her — All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Page 179 - But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.
Page 129 - Philosophers place it in the rear of the head, and it seems the mine of memory lies there, because there men naturally dig for it, scratching it when they are at a loss.
Page 104 - Barabas is a mere monster, brought in with a large painted nose, to please the rabble. He kills in sport, poisons whole nunneries, invents infernal machines. He is just such an exhibition as a century or two earlier might "have been played before the Londoners, by the Royal command, when a general pillage and massacre of the Hebrews had been previously resolved on in the cahinet.
Page 275 - A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate That flush'd her spirit: I know not by what name beside I shall it call: if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was train'd in Nature's school, Nature had blest her.
Page 97 - What we see upon a stage is body and bodily action ; what we are conscious of in reading is almost exclusively the mind, and its movements : and this I think may sufficiently account for the very different sort of delight with which the same play so often affects us in the reading and the seeing.
Page 91 - tis true I have gone here and there And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.