The People's journal (with which is incorporated Howitt's journal) ed. by J. Saunders. [Continued as] People's & Howitt's journal, Volumes 3-4 |
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... sweet Elleray , and Admiral of the Lakes ? And did not Jeffrey * from one quarter , and Byron from another , laugh at the whole fraternity ? So they were christened the Lake School . Southey's first poem of any length was Wat Tyler , a ...
... sweet Elleray , and Admiral of the Lakes ? And did not Jeffrey * from one quarter , and Byron from another , laugh at the whole fraternity ? So they were christened the Lake School . Southey's first poem of any length was Wat Tyler , a ...
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... Sweet sisters , sometimes think on me ! Or as the dead- ( a tenderer thought , Nearer and dearer ) -- if ye will- As one , whose young departure brought A void to Home , her place to fill- Whose faded form and altered face From out the ...
... Sweet sisters , sometimes think on me ! Or as the dead- ( a tenderer thought , Nearer and dearer ) -- if ye will- As one , whose young departure brought A void to Home , her place to fill- Whose faded form and altered face From out the ...
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... sweet . But , to those who look for worldly rewards also , for poetical justice ( alas , too often poetical ! ) we will just say that Magdalen is now herself a joyful wife and mother , in a rank far more elevated than her mother's , and ...
... sweet . But , to those who look for worldly rewards also , for poetical justice ( alas , too often poetical ! ) we will just say that Magdalen is now herself a joyful wife and mother , in a rank far more elevated than her mother's , and ...
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... sweet and pallid face : Little children , treading softly , Cluster weeping round the bed ; Loving voices whisper lowly , Tender arms support the head . Hark ! the dying child is speaking , Now the mother draweth near ; Now the shadowy ...
... sweet and pallid face : Little children , treading softly , Cluster weeping round the bed ; Loving voices whisper lowly , Tender arms support the head . Hark ! the dying child is speaking , Now the mother draweth near ; Now the shadowy ...
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... sweet love hath bought A place in heaven . But love hin more who hates , For he dares hell to serve thec .... In all thy toils forget not That whoso sheddeth his life's blood for thee Is a good lover ; but thy great apostle , Thy ...
... sweet love hath bought A place in heaven . But love hin more who hates , For he dares hell to serve thec .... In all thy toils forget not That whoso sheddeth his life's blood for thee Is a good lover ; but thy great apostle , Thy ...
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Page 243 - Ay, sir ; to be honest, as this world goes, is to be one man picked out of ten thousand.
Page 62 - 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 335 - Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honey'd middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; As, supperless to bed they must retire, And couch supine their beauties, lily white; Nor look behind, nor sideways, but require Of Heaven with upward eyes for all that they desire.
Page 41 - Out upon it, I have loved Three whole days together! And am like to love three more. If it prove fair weather. Time shall moult away his wings Ere he shall discover In the whole wide world again Such a constant lover. But the spite on 't is, no praise Is due at all to me: Love with me had made no stays.
Page 300 - And with new joy and pride The little actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his
Page 244 - Fore-shadows, call them rather fore-splendours, of that Truth, and Beginning of Truths, fell mysteriously over my soul. Sweeter than Dayspring to the Shipwrecked in Nova Zembla; ah, like the mother's voice to her little child that strays bewildered, weeping, in unknown tumults; like soft streamings of celestial music to my too-exasperated heart, came that Evangel. The Universe is not dead and demoniacal, a charnel-house with spectres; but godlike, and my Father's!
Page 188 - I see multitudes of people passing over it, said I, and a black cloud hanging on each end of it. As I looked more attentively, I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge, into the great tide that flowed underneath it, and upon...
Page 5 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedew'd With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Page 336 - Last Friday was Valentine's Day, and the night before I got five bay-leaves, and pinned four of them to the four corners of my pillow, and the fifth to the middle ; and then, if I dreamt of my sweetheart, Betty said we should be married before the year was out. But, to make it more sure, I boiled an egg hard, and took out the yolk, and filled it with salt ; and when I went to bed, eat it shell and all, without speaking or drinking after it. We also wrote our lovers...
Page 313 - Thy husband is thy lord, thy life, thy keeper, Thy head, thy sovereign; one that cares for thee, And for thy maintenance commits his body To painful labour both by sea and land...