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Seite 224 - There were two fathers in this ghastly crew, And with them their two sons, of whom the one Was more robust and hardy to the view, But he died early; and when he was gone, His nearest messmate told his sire, who threw' One glance on him, and said, " Heaven's will be done ! I can do nothing," and he saw him thrown Into the deep, without a tear or groan.
Seite 353 - A POOR Relation is the most irrelevant thing in nature — a piece of impertinent correspondency — an odious approximation — a haunting conscience — a preposterous shadow, lengthening in the noon-tide of our prosperity — an unwelcome remembrancer...
Seite 179 - Tell how this Nameless, condemned for years long To herd with demons from hell beneath, Saw things that made him, with groans and tears, long For even death.
Seite 326 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground ; Another race the following spring supplies; They fall successive, and successive rise : So generations in their course decay; So flourish these, when those are pass'd away.
Seite 180 - Stood on his path. And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want, and sickness, and houseless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow, That no ray lights. And lives he still, then ? Yes ! Old and hoary At thirty-nine, from despair and woe, He lives enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in hell.
Seite 319 - I believe that what Mr. Carlyle loves better than his fault-finding, with all its eloquence, is the face of any human creature that looks suffering, and loving, and sincere ; and I believe further, that if the fellow-creature were suffering only, and neither loving nor sincere, but had come to a pass of agony in this life, which put him at the mercies of some good man for some last help and consolation towards his grave, even at the risk of loss to repute, and a sure amount of pain and vexation,...
Seite 132 - Barbarous father, your cruelty in having put it out of my power ever to join my fate to that of the only man I could love, and tyrannically insisting upon my marrying one whom I always hated, has made me form a resolution to put an end to an existence which is become a burthen to me.
Seite 180 - Twenty years ago, alas! — but stay — On my life, 'tis half-past twelve o'clock! After all, the hours do slip away — Come, here goes to burn another block! For the night, or morn, is wet and cold; And my fire is dwindling rather low: — I had fire enough, when young and bold Twenty golden years ago.
Seite 367 - I could make you laugh, although you could not make the public laugh, by the narrative of nascent odes, epics, and didactics crying aloud on obsolete Muses from childish lips. The Greeks were my demi-gods, and haunted me out of Pope's Homer until I dreamt more of Agamemnon than of Moses the black pony. And thus my great ' epic ' of eleven or twelve years old, in four books, and called
Seite 178 - s twice five hundred men Whose binishes flamed with gold ; I call up many a gorgeous show Which the Pall of Oblivion hides — All passed like snow, long, long ago, With the time of the Barmecides ; All passed like snow, long, long ago, With the time of the Barmecides.