The New Mirror, Volume 2George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis Morris, Willis & Company, 1843 |
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... fortune After having crossed the court and a vestibule , ornament- of the proprietors . After considering for a few moments , ed with boxes of orange - trees , the young man ascended a the traveller called to a young peasant who was ...
... fortune After having crossed the court and a vestibule , ornament- of the proprietors . After considering for a few moments , ed with boxes of orange - trees , the young man ascended a the traveller called to a young peasant who was ...
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... fortune is their beauty , and who We found him seated in a large fauteuil at his fireside , invest that capital in the great book of public corruption . poking the logs on the hearth furiously , as if he was trying It would be a great ...
... fortune is their beauty , and who We found him seated in a large fauteuil at his fireside , invest that capital in the great book of public corruption . poking the logs on the hearth furiously , as if he was trying It would be a great ...
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... fortune , rivalling nature herself in the gorgeous display of colours , trip along , light of heart , un- heeding of their contrasts , who perhaps take step by step with them , yet with how different a feeling - the one buoyed up with ...
... fortune , rivalling nature herself in the gorgeous display of colours , trip along , light of heart , un- heeding of their contrasts , who perhaps take step by step with them , yet with how different a feeling - the one buoyed up with ...
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... fortune that waits upon a fine tenor , it is surprising that there should con- NEW LITERARY ESTABLISHMENT . The following pro- gramme has been sent me to make public : A large fall will be provided in the upper part of the city which ...
... fortune that waits upon a fine tenor , it is surprising that there should con- NEW LITERARY ESTABLISHMENT . The following pro- gramme has been sent me to make public : A large fall will be provided in the upper part of the city which ...
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... fortune to see and understand . It has never been your calamity to date your whereabout from any one of those numberless human dens with which our city abounds , yclept - heaven save the mark ! -cheap boarding - houses ! To be boarded ...
... fortune to see and understand . It has never been your calamity to date your whereabout from any one of those numberless human dens with which our city abounds , yclept - heaven save the mark ! -cheap boarding - houses ! To be boarded ...
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Page 332 - O men with mothers and wives ! it is not linen you're wearing out, but human creatures' lives. Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! in poverty, hunger, and dirt ; sewing at once, with a double thread, a shroud as well as a shirt. " But why do I talk of Death ? that phantom of grisly bone ; I hardly fear his terrible shape, it seems so like my own. It seems so like my own, because of the fasts I keep...
Page 332 - 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 332 - Work - work work Till the brain begins to swim! Work - work - work Till the eyes are heavy and dim! Seam , and gusset , and band , Band , and gusset , and seam , Till over the buttons I fall asleep, And sew them on in a dream! "O men with sisters dear! O men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out , But human creatures
Page 153 - I am in blood Stepp'd in so far, that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er : Strange things I have in head, that will to hand ; Which must be acted, ere they may be scann'd.
Page 268 - Some people say it is a very easy thing to get up of a cold morning. You have only, they tell you, to take the resolution ; and the thing is done. This may be very true ; just as a boy at school has only to take a flogging, and the thing is over. But we have not at all made up our minds upon it ; and we find it a very pleasant exercise to discuss the matter, candidly, before we get up. This at least is not idling, though it may be lying.
Page 152 - I shall despair. — There is no creature loves me ; And, if I die, no soul will pity me : — Nay, wherefore should they ? since that I myself Find in myself no pity to myself.
Page 332 - 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 She sang the "Song of the Shirt!
Page 269 - ... that he has no merit in opposing it. Thomson the poet, who exclaims in his Seasons — Falsely luxurious ! Will not man awake? used to lie in bed till noon, because he said he had no motive in getting up. He could imagine the good of rising; but then he could also imagine the good of lying still; and his exclamation, it must be allowed, was made upon summer-time, not winter. We must proportion the argument to the individual character. A moneygetter may be drawn out of his bed by three or four...
Page 332 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet. With the sky above my head. And the grass beneath my feet ; For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Page 332 - 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 the