Eliza Cook's Journal, Volumen7Eliza Cook John Owen Clarke, 1852 |
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... feeling , at least its intenseness . Hugo sat for some time in close reverie ; it might have been that he was pondering over his past life , a life which , as it affects materially the main action of our history , we cannot do better ...
... feeling , at least its intenseness . Hugo sat for some time in close reverie ; it might have been that he was pondering over his past life , a life which , as it affects materially the main action of our history , we cannot do better ...
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... feeling of filial love , and torn with a restlessness for freedom , he had inward heart - burnings and jealousies of all who were free ; proud of what he knew not , except it might be the possession of money and an old name . Like a ...
... feeling of filial love , and torn with a restlessness for freedom , he had inward heart - burnings and jealousies of all who were free ; proud of what he knew not , except it might be the possession of money and an old name . Like a ...
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... feeling , perhaps foolishly so , too small an interest in bonnets and ribbons to please them with my com- pany . " To describe the feelings of Hugo at the close of this address , would be akin to impossible ; numerous were the ...
... feeling , perhaps foolishly so , too small an interest in bonnets and ribbons to please them with my com- pany . " To describe the feelings of Hugo at the close of this address , would be akin to impossible ; numerous were the ...
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... feeling . So far as Disraeli was concerned , it was war to the knife , and to the death . A series of assaults , so long sustained and so vindictive , is probably quite unexampled in the history of parlia- mentary warfare . There was a ...
... feeling . So far as Disraeli was concerned , it was war to the knife , and to the death . A series of assaults , so long sustained and so vindictive , is probably quite unexampled in the history of parlia- mentary warfare . There was a ...
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... feeling of awe and wonder , which was only dispelled by the sharp tinkle of the little bell behind the scenes ; then ... feelings again , but how much was he disappointed ! At the first period he knew nothing , understood nothing ...
... feeling of awe and wonder , which was only dispelled by the sharp tinkle of the little bell behind the scenes ; then ... feelings again , but how much was he disappointed ! At the first period he knew nothing , understood nothing ...
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admiration Australia beautiful better bird called Captain character Charles Atkins Charles Robinson child cold Curlew dear death England English exclaimed eyes fairy fairy rings father fear feeling Fleet Street flowers Geelong gentleman girl give gold green hand happy Harry Hartley head heard heart honour hope hour Hugo human Irish Jamaica kind labour lady land leave light living London look marriage matter Maude mind moral morning mother N. P. Willis nature never night once passed Pendarves Penshurst person poem poet poor Prosper Merimée replied round scarcely Scotland seemed servant smile society songs soon soul spirit Street Sydney tell thee things thou thought tion town Vivian Grey voice Wargrave wife wind woman words write young Zenobia
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Página 224 - Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore, Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of 'Never — nevermore.
Página 66 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm.
Página 10 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on Earth...
Página 130 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 130 - Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore. Swinging slow with sullen roar...
Página 45 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked, upstarting 'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 223 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient Raven wandering from the nightly shore : Tell me what thy lordly name is on the night's Plutonian shore!
Página 223 - Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore — Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; Tis the wind and nothing more.
Página 224 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore!
Página 353 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back...