The borough, continued. Occasional pieces. The world of dreams. TalesJohn Murray, Albemarle Street, 1834 |
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... lost my sight , and my employment gone , " Useless I live , but to the day live on ; " Those eyes , which long the light o . heaven enjoy'd , " Were not by pain , by agony destroy'd : 66 66 My senses fail not all ; I speak , I pray ; By ...
... lost my sight , and my employment gone , " Useless I live , but to the day live on ; " Those eyes , which long the light o . heaven enjoy'd , " Were not by pain , by agony destroy'd : 66 66 My senses fail not all ; I speak , I pray ; By ...
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... improve , To hear how Abel spake of life and love ; To hear him own what grievous pains it cost , Ere the old saint was in the sinner lost , Ere his poor mind , with every deed alarm'd , 24 LETTER XXI . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
... improve , To hear how Abel spake of life and love ; To hear him own what grievous pains it cost , Ere the old saint was in the sinner lost , Ere his poor mind , with every deed alarm'd , 24 LETTER XXI . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
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... lost to fortune , as before to grace . For town - relief the grieving man applied , And begg'd with tears what some with scorn denied ; Others look'd down upon the glowing vest , And frowning , ask'd him at what price he dress'd ? Happy ...
... lost to fortune , as before to grace . For town - relief the grieving man applied , And begg'd with tears what some with scorn denied ; Others look'd down upon the glowing vest , And frowning , ask'd him at what price he dress'd ? Happy ...
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... lost soul is plunged in deep despair : " Once thou wert simply honest , just , and pure , " Whole , as thou thought'st , and never wish'd a cure : 6 " Now thou hast plunged in folly , shame , disgrace ; " Now thou ' rt an object meet ...
... lost soul is plunged in deep despair : " Once thou wert simply honest , just , and pure , " Whole , as thou thought'st , and never wish'd a cure : 6 " Now thou hast plunged in folly , shame , disgrace ; " Now thou ' rt an object meet ...
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... Follow'd and cursed , the groaning man was led . Here when they saw him , whom they used to shun , A lost , lone man , so harass'd and undone ; Our gentle females , ever prompt to feel , Perceived 48 LETTER XXII . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
... Follow'd and cursed , the groaning man was led . Here when they saw him , whom they used to shun , A lost , lone man , so harass'd and undone ; Our gentle females , ever prompt to feel , Perceived 48 LETTER XXII . POOR OF THE BOROUGH :
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Abel ALBEMARLE STREET Aldborough answer'd antè 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...