Rosamund Gray, Essays, Letters, and PoemsWillis P. Hazard, 1856 - 425 pages |
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... play- ful , yet unobtrusive , as a weaned lamb - everybody loved her . Young Allan Clare , when but a boy , sighed for her . The moon is shining in so brightly at my window , where I write , that I feel it a crime not to suspend my ...
... play- ful , yet unobtrusive , as a weaned lamb - everybody loved her . Young Allan Clare , when but a boy , sighed for her . The moon is shining in so brightly at my window , where I write , that I feel it a crime not to suspend my ...
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... playing around us , unconscious of misfortune ; we had taught them to be humble , and to be happy ; our little shed was reserved to us , and their smiles to cheer it . I have imagined the luxury of such a scene , and affliction became a ...
... playing around us , unconscious of misfortune ; we had taught them to be humble , and to be happy ; our little shed was reserved to us , and their smiles to cheer it . I have imagined the luxury of such a scene , and affliction became a ...
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... played some old Scottish tunes , which had de- lighted me when a child . Past associations revived with the music - blended with a sense of unreality , which at last became too powerful - I rushed out of the room to give vent to my ...
... played some old Scottish tunes , which had de- lighted me when a child . Past associations revived with the music - blended with a sense of unreality , which at last became too powerful - I rushed out of the room to give vent to my ...
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... play with one another , their deportment towards strangers , the whole aspect and physiognomy of that vast assemblage of boys on the London foundation , who freshen and make alive again with their sports the else mouldering cloisters of ...
... play with one another , their deportment towards strangers , the whole aspect and physiognomy of that vast assemblage of boys on the London foundation , who freshen and make alive again with their sports the else mouldering cloisters of ...
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... play ; but in the streets he steals along with all the self- * By Verrio , representing James the Second on his throne , surrounded by his courtiers , ( all curious portraits , ) receiving the mathematical pupils at their annual ...
... play ; but in the streets he steals along with all the self- * By Verrio , representing James the Second on his throne , surrounded by his courtiers , ( all curious portraits , ) receiving the mathematical pupils at their annual ...
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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.