The Metropolitan, Band 14James Cochrane, 1835 |
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... night I was far from the town . What passed , and whither I had bent my steps , I cannot tell . All I know is , that after running like a maniac , seizing every body by the arm that I met , staring at them with wild and flashing eyes ...
... night I was far from the town . What passed , and whither I had bent my steps , I cannot tell . All I know is , that after running like a maniac , seizing every body by the arm that I met , staring at them with wild and flashing eyes ...
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... night , I found , that if Cophagus and his wife had retired , Susannah Temple always waited up , and remained with me a few minutes . I had never been in love until I had fallen in with this perfect creature ; but my love for her was ...
... night , I found , that if Cophagus and his wife had retired , Susannah Temple always waited up , and remained with me a few minutes . I had never been in love until I had fallen in with this perfect creature ; but my love for her was ...
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... night on the spot . I went up to him , and when within two yards , he thought proper to show his teeth , and snarl most dog- matically ; I may therefore , in addition to his other qualities , state that he was an ill - natured dog . How ...
... night on the spot . I went up to him , and when within two yards , he thought proper to show his teeth , and snarl most dog- matically ; I may therefore , in addition to his other qualities , state that he was an ill - natured dog . How ...
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... night as well as day , taking up his station as near as possible half way between the two , and only coming home to get his dinner . No stranger can enter their stables with impunity , for he is very powerful , and on such occasions ...
... night as well as day , taking up his station as near as possible half way between the two , and only coming home to get his dinner . No stranger can enter their stables with impunity , for he is very powerful , and on such occasions ...
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... night , an angel appeared to him , and as a penance for his foul crime , ( in the enormity of which every author will agree with the angel , ) he was enjoined to make the book over again , no easy task in those days , when manuscripts ...
... night , an angel appeared to him , and as a penance for his foul crime , ( in the enormity of which every author will agree with the angel , ) he was enjoined to make the book over again , no easy task in those days , when manuscripts ...
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Seite 321 - See, what a grace was seated on this brow; Hyperion's curls; the front of Jove himself; An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury, New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination, and a form, indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Seite 64 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
Seite 60 - Grief made the young Spring wild, and she threw down Her kindling buds, as if she Autumn were, Or they dead leaves; since her delight is flown, For whom should she have waked the sullen year?
Seite 63 - I dare not guess; but in this life Of error, ignorance, and strife. Where nothing is, but all things seem. And we the shadows of the dream, It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant if one considers it, To own that death itself must be. Like all the rest, a mockery.
Seite 321 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; "Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands ; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed.
Seite 64 - I vowed that I would dedicate my powers To thee and thine : have I not kept the vow ? With beating heart and streaming eyes, even now I call the phantoms of a thousand hours Each from his voiceless grave : they have in...
Seite 65 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.
Seite 61 - Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep — He hath awakened from the dream of life...
Seite 64 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Seite 64 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.