The village bridal and other poems. Also, two lectures |
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... mother were in comparatively comfortable cir- cumstances during the earlier part of my life , so that my youth was not fraught with the amount of misery and perpetual drudgery endured by the sons and daughters of the poorer classes . I ...
... mother were in comparatively comfortable cir- cumstances during the earlier part of my life , so that my youth was not fraught with the amount of misery and perpetual drudgery endured by the sons and daughters of the poorer classes . I ...
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... mother died , and certain family arrangements necessitated me to leave home , and exist on my own resources . My income at this time was only six shillings a week , indepen- dent of what I could earn by making overtime . When I left ...
... mother died , and certain family arrangements necessitated me to leave home , and exist on my own resources . My income at this time was only six shillings a week , indepen- dent of what I could earn by making overtime . When I left ...
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... mother lends her darling child , To shield it from the cold , or the loud tempest wild ! The ev'ning shades were gently stealing o'er the land- Serenely charming in the distance and at hand Was Nature's picturesque and wonderful display ...
... mother lends her darling child , To shield it from the cold , or the loud tempest wild ! The ev'ning shades were gently stealing o'er the land- Serenely charming in the distance and at hand Was Nature's picturesque and wonderful display ...
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... mother's truth , To mould the pliant mind of Alfred's tender youth ; And he , possess'd of nature's pure and sweetest dower , Divulges quick the influence of a mother's power . A mother's power ! oh , what can mould the future man , For ...
... mother's truth , To mould the pliant mind of Alfred's tender youth ; And he , possess'd of nature's pure and sweetest dower , Divulges quick the influence of a mother's power . A mother's power ! oh , what can mould the future man , For ...
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... mother leads the way , And nought from her commands could lead his mind astray . The veil of ignorance , on whence his father sprung , Upon his genial youth a pierceless shadow hung ; He strove by all the arts that restless youth can ...
... mother leads the way , And nought from her commands could lead his mind astray . The veil of ignorance , on whence his father sprung , Upon his genial youth a pierceless shadow hung ; He strove by all the arts that restless youth can ...
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Page 115 - Hear the loud alarum bells, Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire...
Page 114 - Nevermore." "Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting: "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Page 114 - thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.
Page 114 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, . And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted — nevermore...
Page 115 - Yet the ear, it fully knows, By the twanging And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows ; Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells — Of the bells— Of the bells, bells, bells...
Page 112 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Page 116 - Go to the raging sea, and say, " Be still !" Bid the wild lawless winds obey thy will ; Preach to the storm, and reason with Despair, But tell not Misery's son that life is fair.
Page 110 - Young stranger, whither wand'rest thou ? Began the rev'rend Sage ! Does thirst of wealth thy step constrain, Or youthful pleasure's rage ? Or, haply, prest with cares and woes, Too soon thou hast began To wander forth, with me, to mourn The miseries of Man.
Page 112 - O death ! the poor man's dearest friend. The kindest and the best ! Welcome the hour my aged limbs Are laid with thee at rest ! The great, the wealthy, fear thy blow, From pomp and pleasure torn ; But, Oh ! a blest relief to those That weary-laden mourn ! A PRAYER, IN THE PROSPECT OF DEATH.
Page 115 - Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang and clash and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows...