The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Band 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... pity upon the curious , we know not what is to be done for them , apart from the following extracts ; which , however , we take to be quite enough to set any hand- some mind upon salutary reflections . Camus , the Boswell of a saint ...
... pity upon the curious , we know not what is to be done for them , apart from the following extracts ; which , however , we take to be quite enough to set any hand- some mind upon salutary reflections . Camus , the Boswell of a saint ...
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... Pity would inflame the wound you have received . I shall , therefore , throw vinegar and salt upon it . " [ Is not this affected cruelty , and truly flattering candor , admirable ? ] " You said that it required amazing and well - tried ...
... Pity would inflame the wound you have received . I shall , therefore , throw vinegar and salt upon it . " [ Is not this affected cruelty , and truly flattering candor , admirable ? ] " You said that it required amazing and well - tried ...
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... pity to self - love . Whenever we shed tears , we take pity on ourselves ; and we feel , if we 50 THE SEER .
... pity to self - love . Whenever we shed tears , we take pity on ourselves ; and we feel , if we 50 THE SEER .
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Or, Common-places Refreshed Leigh Hunt. pity on ourselves ; and we feel , if we do not consciously say so , that we deserve to have the pity taken . In many cases , the pity is just , and the self - love not to be construed unhandsomely ...
Or, Common-places Refreshed Leigh Hunt. pity on ourselves ; and we feel , if we do not consciously say so , that we deserve to have the pity taken . In many cases , the pity is just , and the self - love not to be construed unhandsomely ...
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... pity the poor little sweep , and the boy with the water - cresses . How anybody can go to a cold ditch , and gather water - cresses , seems marvellous . Perhaps we hear great lumps in the street of something falling 68 THE SEER .
... pity the poor little sweep , and the boy with the water - cresses . How anybody can go to a cold ditch , and gather water - cresses , seems marvellous . Perhaps we hear great lumps in the street of something falling 68 THE SEER .
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Seite 56 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
Seite 97 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
Seite 60 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 58 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Seite 53 - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
Seite 63 - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
Seite 48 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Seite 77 - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
Seite 54 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Seite 52 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.