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... poor workers are huddled together , living and dying with less material comfort about them than humanity would afford to the brutes . Let us see this hard sordid fact with our own eyes ; let us stretch forth our hands , and feel the ...
... poor workers are huddled together , living and dying with less material comfort about them than humanity would afford to the brutes . Let us see this hard sordid fact with our own eyes ; let us stretch forth our hands , and feel the ...
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... poor Storey's feelings when he saw him disappear in He came back , and warming some water , bathed the gloom of night . Death was coming sure enough . poor Storey's wounds ; then he carefully cut out the Already he repented of having ...
... poor Storey's feelings when he saw him disappear in He came back , and warming some water , bathed the gloom of night . Death was coming sure enough . poor Storey's wounds ; then he carefully cut out the Already he repented of having ...
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... poor . " Thus it ever is . The further we penetrate into these fever beds- these abodes of physical and moral pestilence - the more heartsick we are to discover wheel within wheel of corrupting agencies , like the circle within circle ...
... poor . " Thus it ever is . The further we penetrate into these fever beds- these abodes of physical and moral pestilence - the more heartsick we are to discover wheel within wheel of corrupting agencies , like the circle within circle ...
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... poor little inanimate body . Dear me , I said to myself , what a very odd thing ! I wonder why it is called so , or rather how a flower ever got to be so very like a " Hung Man . " I was sitting on a very comfortable sofa in our salon ...
... poor little inanimate body . Dear me , I said to myself , what a very odd thing ! I wonder why it is called so , or rather how a flower ever got to be so very like a " Hung Man . " I was sitting on a very comfortable sofa in our salon ...
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... poor papa ? " " No , nor does he wish it . He would not like his boys or girls either to grow up half - vagabond English . We shall stay at Eastwold to the end ; but if any accommodation can be made for his return before , Hargrove will ...
... poor papa ? " " No , nor does he wish it . He would not like his boys or girls either to grow up half - vagabond English . We shall stay at Eastwold to the end ; but if any accommodation can be made for his return before , Hargrove will ...
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Page 24 - Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Page 24 - Teaches thy way along that pathless coast— The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. And soon that toil shall end ; Soon shalt thou find a summer home, and rest, And scream among thy fellows ; reeds shall bend, Soon, o'er thy sheltered nest. Thou'rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form ; yet, on my heart Deeply...
Page 92 - Where all the ruddy family around Laugh at the jests or pranks that never fail, Or sigh with pity at some mournful tale ; Or press the bashful stranger to his food, And learn the luxury of doing good.
Page 93 - I put the cork into the bottle, desired he 'Would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me. I looked into it, and saw its merit; told the landlady I should soon return, and having gone to a bookseller, sold it for sixty pounds. I brought Goldsmith the money, and he discharged his rent, not without rating his landlady in a high tone for having used him so ill.
Page 24 - I must do it, as it were, in such weight, measure, and number, even so perfectly, as God made the world, or else I am so sharply taunted, so cruelly threatened — yea, presently sometimes, with pinches, nips and bobs, and other ways, which I will not name for the honour I bear them, so without measure misordered — that I think myself in hell, till time come that I must go to Mr.
Page 119 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn Or busy housewife ply her evening care, No children run to lisp their sire's return Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Page 24 - and tell you a truth which,- perchance, ye will marvel at. One of the greatest benefits that ever God gave me, is, that he sent me so sharp and severe parents, and so gentle a schoolmaster. For when I am in presence...
Page 8 - This England never did, (nor never shall,) Lie at the proud foot of a conqueror, But when it first did help to wound itself. Now these her princes are come home again, Come the three corners of the world in arms, And we shall shock them : Nought shall make us rue, If England to itself do rest but true.
Page 93 - I perceived that he had already changed my guinea, and had got a bottle of madeira and a glass before him. I put the cork into the bottle, desired he would be calm, and began to talk to him of the means by which he might be extricated. He then told me that he had a novel ready for the press, which he produced to me.
Page 244 - God knows best! he was somebody's love: Somebody's heart enshrined him there; Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morn, on the wings of prayer. Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, brave, and grand; Somebody's kiss on his forehead lay; Somebody clung to his parting hand.