Story of a sin, by the author of 'Comin' thro' the rye, Volume 3

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Page 157 - It is hard to personate and act a part long ; for where truth is not at the bottom, nature will always be endeavouring to return, and will peep out and betray herself one time or other.
Page 156 - Below the beeches' bough, my love, Where you did never come, An' I don't look to meet ye now, As I do look at hwome. Since you noo mwore be at my zide, In walks in zummer het, I'll goo alwone where mist do ride, Drough trees a-drippen wet : Below the rain-wet bough, my love, Where you did never come, An" I don't grieve to miss ye now, As I do grieve at hwome.
Page 222 - Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry each a future Ghost within him; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this life-blood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our ME ; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.
Page 109 - For if my father and mother got wit, " And my bold brethren three, " O mickle wad be the gude red blude " This day wad be spilt for me ! " O little did my mother ken, " The day she cradled me, " The lands I was to travel in, " Or the death I was to die P NOTES THE QUEEN'S MARIE.
Page 177 - I would be great, but that the sun doth still Level his rays against the rising hill: I would be high, but see the proudest oak Most subject to the rending thunder-stroke...
Page 101 - Canst thou bind the sweet influences of the Pleiades, Or loose the bands of Orion? Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? Or canst thou guide Arcturus with his sons?
Page 85 - Shepherd, Thou hast stilled Now Thy little lamb's brief weeping; Ah, how peaceful, pale, and mild In its narrow bed 'tis sleeping, And no sign of anguish sore Heaves that little bosom more.
Page 90 - I wish I were where Helen lies ! Night and day on me she cries, And I am weary of the skies, For her sake that died for me
Page 72 - It's I will kiss your bonny cheek, And I will kiss your chin ; And I will kiss your clay-cald lip ; But I'll never kiss woman again. " The day ye deal at Annie's burial The bread but and the wine ; Before the morn at twall o'clock, They'll deal the same at mine.
Page 186 - I turn to the prisoner — a stranger, without a living soul to stand by her in her distress — lonely, deserted, to all seeming abandoned by God and man — my spirit sinks at the magnitude of the task I have taken upon me. Nevertheless, relying on the noble independence of a British jury — on its strict integrity, on its sense of justice — I have no fear of such a tribunal, and know that the whole case will be fully, fairly, and impartially considered by you. ' Having made these observations,...

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