Eliza Cook's journal, 10. köide1854 |
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... head , there is nothing beats a light cloth cap , as must be well known to those who have ever experienced the difficulty of keeping their wide - awake or any other sort of hat from being blown away in windy weather . : Dover is a place ...
... head , there is nothing beats a light cloth cap , as must be well known to those who have ever experienced the difficulty of keeping their wide - awake or any other sort of hat from being blown away in windy weather . : Dover is a place ...
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... head of the school , a quick , clever boy , and more than an average scholar . He left Wolverhampton for London in 1778 , desirous of study- ing for the bar in that world of life . " Had my father let me be a lawyer , " he would say ...
... head of the school , a quick , clever boy , and more than an average scholar . He left Wolverhampton for London in 1778 , desirous of study- ing for the bar in that world of life . " Had my father let me be a lawyer , " he would say ...
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... head homeward , Captain Suggs soliloquized somewhat in this vein : A pretty toloble fair mornin's work , I should say . 170 dollars in the clear spizarinctum , and a horse wuth jist fifty dollars more than old Ball ! That makes 220 ...
... head homeward , Captain Suggs soliloquized somewhat in this vein : A pretty toloble fair mornin's work , I should say . 170 dollars in the clear spizarinctum , and a horse wuth jist fifty dollars more than old Ball ! That makes 220 ...
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... head , And from under the heavy foundation - stones , The Son of Mary heard bitter groans . And in church and palace , and judgment - hall , He marked great fissures that rent the wall , And opened wider and yet more wide , As the ...
... head , And from under the heavy foundation - stones , The Son of Mary heard bitter groans . And in church and palace , and judgment - hall , He marked great fissures that rent the wall , And opened wider and yet more wide , As the ...
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... head - quarters at Will's , in Russell Street , at the corner of Bow Street , at which place Pope saw him when he was twelve years old . The company used to assemble on the first floor- what was called the dining - room floor in those ...
... head - quarters at Will's , in Russell Street , at the corner of Bow Street , at which place Pope saw him when he was twelve years old . The company used to assemble on the first floor- what was called the dining - room floor in those ...
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Page 177 - What is that, Mother ? The swan, my love ! He is floating down, from his native grove ; No loved one, now, no nestling, nigh, He is floating down, by himself, to die; Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet the sweetest song, is the last, he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swanlike and sweet, it may waft thee home!
Page 257 - INTO the sunshine, Full of the light, Leaping and flashing From morn till night ; Into the moonlight, Whiter than snow, Waving so flower-like When the winds blow ; Into the starlight Rushing in spray, Happy at midnight, Happy by day ; Ever in...
Page 163 - The foxes have holes, and the birds of the air nests : but the son of man hath not where to lay his head.
Page 295 - The moon on the east oriel shone, Through slender shafts of shapely stone, By foliaged tracery combined ; Thou would'st have thought some fairy's hand, "Twixt poplars straight, the osier wand, In many a freakish knot, had twined ; Then framed a spell, when the work was done, And changed the willow wreaths to stone.
Page 49 - He stretched some chords, and drew Music that made men's bosoms swell Fearless, or brimmed their eyes with dew. Then King Admetus, one who had Pure taste by right divine...
Page 177 - The swan, my love !He is floating down from his native grove ; No loved one now, no nestling nigh, He is floating down, by himself to die : Death darkens his eye, and unplumes his wings, Yet his sweetest song is the last he sings. Live so, my love, that when death shall come, Swan-like and sweet, it may waft thee home.
Page 151 - George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading ray Less bright, and less, was flung; The evening gale had scarce the power To wave it on the donjon tower, So heavily it hung.
Page 177 - What is that mother ? The eagle, boy ! Proudly careering his course of joy, Firm, on his own mountain vigour relying, Breasting the dark storm, the red bolt defying ; His wing on the wind, and his eye on the sun, He swerves not a hair, but bears onward, right on. Boy, may the eagle's flight ever be thine, Onward and upward, and true to the line.
Page 11 - But the greatest error of all the rest is the mistaking or misplacing of the last or furthest end of knowledge. For men have entered into a desire of learning and knowledge, sometimes upon a natural curiosity and inquisitive appetite ; sometimes to entertain their minds with variety and delight ; sometimes for ornament and reputation; and sometimes to enable them to victory of wit and contradiction; and most times for lucre and profession...
Page 177 - What is that, mother ? The dove, my son. — And that low, sweet voice, like a widow's moan, Is flowing out from her gentle breast, Constant and pure by that lonely nest, As the wave is poured from some crystal urn, For her distant dear one's quick return. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove, — In friendship as faithful, as constant' in love. What is that, mother...