The borough, continued. Occasional pieces. The world of dreams. TalesJohn Murray, Albemarle Street, 1834 |
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... ease was found , The money granted , and the victim bound ; And what his fate ? - One night it chanced he fell From the boat's mast and perish'd in her well , Where fish were living kept , and where the boy ( So reason'd men ) could not ...
... ease was found , The money granted , and the victim bound ; And what his fate ? - One night it chanced he fell From the boat's mast and perish'd in her well , Where fish were living kept , and where the boy ( So reason'd men ) could not ...
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... ease : But fraud and flattery ever claim'd a part ( Still unresisted ) of that easy heart ; But he at length beholds me- “ Ah ! my friend ! " And have thy pleasures this unlucky end ? " Too sure , " he said , and smiling as he sigh'd ...
... ease : But fraud and flattery ever claim'd a part ( Still unresisted ) of that easy heart ; But he at length beholds me- “ Ah ! my friend ! " And have thy pleasures this unlucky end ? " Too sure , " he said , and smiling as he sigh'd ...
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... ease to find , But found it not , no comfort reach'd his mind : Each sense was palsied ; when he tasted food , He sigh'd and said , " Enough - ' tis very good . " Since his dread sentence , nothing seem'd to be As once it was — he ...
... ease to find , But found it not , no comfort reach'd his mind : Each sense was palsied ; when he tasted food , He sigh'd and said , " Enough - ' tis very good . " Since his dread sentence , nothing seem'd to be As once it was — he ...
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... ease they pass , And press the sandy sheep - walk's slender grass , Where dwarfish flowers among the gorse are spread , And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed ; Then ' cross the bounding brook they make their way O'er its rough bridge ...
... ease they pass , And press the sandy sheep - walk's slender grass , Where dwarfish flowers among the gorse are spread , And the lamb browses by the linnet's bed ; Then ' cross the bounding brook they make their way O'er its rough bridge ...
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... ease and comfort he enjoys , Is when surrounded by slates , books , and boys . 40 Poor Reuben Dixon has the noisiest school Of ragged lads , who ever bow'd to rule ; Low in his price — the men who heave our coals , And clean our ...
... ease and comfort he enjoys , Is when surrounded by slates , books , and boys . 40 Poor Reuben Dixon has the noisiest school Of ragged lads , who ever bow'd to rule ; Low in his price — the men who heave our coals , And clean our ...
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Abel ALBEMARLE STREET Aldborough answer'd ant่ appear'd aunt beauty behold BOROUGH bosom call'd Castle of Otranto comfort Crabbe Crabbe's cried crime Cymbeline dare deed delight disdain dread dream dull Dunciad Edinburgh Review fair fancy fate father fear fear'd feel felt fill'd fix'd fled foes fond friendly pair gain'd gentle GEORGE CRABBE give gloom grace grave grew grief grieved Gwyn happy heart honour hope hour humble Jonas kind knew labour lady live look look'd Lord lover maid meads of asphodel mind Normanston nymph o'er pain pass'd passion Peter PETER GRIMES pity pleasure poet poor possess'd praise pray'd pride remain'd rest scene scorn seem'd shame sigh sigh'd silent smile sorrow soul speak spirit strong sweet Sybil TALE terror thee thou art thought trembling Twas vex'd widow youth
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Page 135 - To the very moment that he bade me tell it; Wherein I spake of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field, Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Page 37 - The times have been That, when the brains were out, the man would die, And there an end ; but now they rise again, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, And push us from our stools.
Page 48 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the playplace of our early days ; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Page 225 - I have heard of your paintings too, well enough ; God hath given you one face and you make yourselves another: you jig, you amble, and you lisp, and nick-name God's creatures, and make your wantonness your ignorance.
Page 205 - Yes, I am proud ; I must be proud to see Men, not afraid of God, afraid of me ; Safe from the bar, the pulpit, and the throne, Yet touch'd and sham'd by ridicule alone.
Page 10 - I waked one morning in the beginning of last June from a dream, of which all I could recover was, that I had thought myself in an ancient castle (a very natural dream for a head filled like mine with Gothic story) and that on the uppermost bannister of a great staircase I saw a gigantic hand in armour. In the evening I sat down and began to write, without knowing in the least what I intended to say or relate.
Page 107 - The great cause of the present deplorable state of English poetry is to be attributed to that absurd and systematic depreciation of Pope, in which, for the last few years, there has been a kind of epidemical concurrence.
Page 247 - Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth. And ere a man hath power to say, — Behold ! The jaws of darkness do devour it up : So quick bright things come to confusion.
Page 247 - Ah me ! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, . The course of true love never did run smooth : J But, either it was different in blood ; — Lys.
Page 10 - I sat down and began to write, without knowing in the least what I intended to say or relate. The work grew on my hands, and I grew fond of it...