The New Mirror, Volume 2George Pope Morris, Nathaniel Parker Willis Morris, Willis & Company, 1843 |
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... least attention to the signs I made him , he let himself fall into the first vacant seat , laughed for a moment half insolently , half stupidly , respired noisily , as if to take in all his breath , and then began talking in such a high ...
... least attention to the signs I made him , he let himself fall into the first vacant seat , laughed for a moment half insolently , half stupidly , respired noisily , as if to take in all his breath , and then began talking in such a high ...
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... least of all to a man , those new - born vows of love , filled her with alarm and horrour . She felt that she had given her heart irre- vocably away - and to a woman ! Ah , with what deli- rious , though silent passion , La Chetardie ...
... least of all to a man , those new - born vows of love , filled her with alarm and horrour . She felt that she had given her heart irre- vocably away - and to a woman ! Ah , with what deli- rious , though silent passion , La Chetardie ...
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... least the worth of their money , and they proba- bly thank us for a little ove over . They are quite welcome . Or , if they feel oppressed at all with the superfluity , they can overwhelm us back again by procuring , each one , ano ...
... least the worth of their money , and they proba- bly thank us for a little ove over . They are quite welcome . Or , if they feel oppressed at all with the superfluity , they can overwhelm us back again by procuring , each one , ano ...
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... least to the memory of one of the gainers dress the same in all seasons . For some years I rarely passed of our independence , he might have a more lucrative post three days together without walking several miles , often abroad than a ...
... least to the memory of one of the gainers dress the same in all seasons . For some years I rarely passed of our independence , he might have a more lucrative post three days together without walking several miles , often abroad than a ...
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... least complaining ! We have been ring - mad since the mummy's ring ( men- tioned in the last Mirror ) was slipped upon our finger , and we have pulled out from our store of relics a huge emerald ( in whose light is locked up a history ) ...
... least complaining ! We have been ring - mad since the mummy's ring ( men- tioned in the last Mirror ) was slipped upon our finger , and we have pulled out from our store of relics a huge emerald ( in whose light is locked up a history ) ...
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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