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... living thing ! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl , The martin , bat , Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl , Nor ivy nook so apt to shroud The moping , snoring owl . But still the sound was in my ear , A sad ...
... living thing ! No scooping hollow cell to lodge A furtive beast or fowl , The martin , bat , Or forest cat That nightly loves to prowl , Nor ivy nook so apt to shroud The moping , snoring owl . But still the sound was in my ear , A sad ...
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... living sound E'er hovers round , Unless the vagrant breeze , The music of the merry bird , Or hum of busy bees . But busy bees forsake the Elm That bears no bloom aloft- The Finch was in the hawthorn - bush , The Blackbird in the croft ...
... living sound E'er hovers round , Unless the vagrant breeze , The music of the merry bird , Or hum of busy bees . But busy bees forsake the Elm That bears no bloom aloft- The Finch was in the hawthorn - bush , The Blackbird in the croft ...
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... living blood ! " No forest Monarch yearly clad In mantle green or brown ; That unrecorded lives , and falls By hand of rustic clown- But Kings who don the purple robe , And wear the jewell'd crown . " Ah ! little recks the Royal mind ...
... living blood ! " No forest Monarch yearly clad In mantle green or brown ; That unrecorded lives , and falls By hand of rustic clown- But Kings who don the purple robe , And wear the jewell'd crown . " Ah ! little recks the Royal mind ...
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... living frame shall find Its narrow house and dark . That mystic Tree which breathed to me A sad and solemn sound , That sometimes murmur'd overhead , And sometimes underground ; Within that shady Avenue Where lofty Elms abound . THE ...
... living frame shall find Its narrow house and dark . That mystic Tree which breathed to me A sad and solemn sound , That sometimes murmur'd overhead , And sometimes underground ; Within that shady Avenue Where lofty Elms abound . THE ...
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... living to earn , Between the light and dark ; My daily bread , and nightly bed , My bacon , and drop of beer- But all from the hand that holds the land , And none from the overseer ! No parish money , or loaf , No pauper badges for me ...
... living to earn , Between the light and dark ; My daily bread , and nightly bed , My bacon , and drop of beer- But all from the hand that holds the land , And none from the overseer ! No parish money , or loaf , No pauper badges for me ...
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Page 41 - One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care ; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Page 42 - Had she a brother ? Or was there a dearer one Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other ? Alas ! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh ! it was pitiful ! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Page 47 - Work, work, work! From weary chime to chime ; Work, work, work, As prisoners work for crime : Band and gusset and seam, Seam and gusset and band, Till the heart is sick, and the brain benumbed, As well as the weary hand.
Page 47 - Work — work — work ! In the dull December light, And work — work — work! When the weather is warm and bright — While underneath the eaves The brooding swallows cling, As if to show me their sunny backs And twit me with the Spring.
Page 45 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Page 4 - ... ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone, One hurried gash with a hasty knife, — And then the deed was done : There was nothing lying at my foot But lifeless flesh and bone!
Page 344 - I SAW old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn ; Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Page 44 - The rough river ran, Over the brink of it ! Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly. Lift her with care ! Fashioned so slenderly. Young, and so fair ! Ere her limbs, frigidly. Stiffen too rigidly. Decently, kindly, Smooth and compose them ; And...
Page 386 - THERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave — under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound ; No voice is hushed — no life treads silently, But clouds and cloudy shadows wander free, That never spoke, over the idle ground : But in green ruins, in the desolate walls Of antique palaces, where Man hath been, Though the dun fox, or wild...
Page 35 - For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted...