Eliza Cook's journal, Band 1 |
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... once show what fork ; these kidneys are uncommon smal , Mrs. Wink - practice she had ; but staying them , and lifting up her and just find a place where this thing can stand . D'ye face , burst into tears , as the old woman came and ...
... once show what fork ; these kidneys are uncommon smal , Mrs. Wink - practice she had ; but staying them , and lifting up her and just find a place where this thing can stand . D'ye face , burst into tears , as the old woman came and ...
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... once occurred to him that he had heard nothing of Charlotte or her father for several days . Could they have escaped him ? That was impossible ; for where were the house- less and destitute to fly to . At length he came to the ...
... once occurred to him that he had heard nothing of Charlotte or her father for several days . Could they have escaped him ? That was impossible ; for where were the house- less and destitute to fly to . At length he came to the ...
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... once cared about the sloppy teatray , or ever once given her apprentices such a lesson upon untidiness . With a preciseness which set quite awkwardly upon her , the good - natured staymaker poured out the tea , and attended to the wants ...
... once cared about the sloppy teatray , or ever once given her apprentices such a lesson upon untidiness . With a preciseness which set quite awkwardly upon her , the good - natured staymaker poured out the tea , and attended to the wants ...
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... once with all my soul , And longed for snow - storms , hail , and mantled skies ; And sang their praises in as gay a troll As Troubadours have poured to Beauty's eyes . I deemed the bard , black frost a pleasant thing , For logs blazed ...
... once with all my soul , And longed for snow - storms , hail , and mantled skies ; And sang their praises in as gay a troll As Troubadours have poured to Beauty's eyes . I deemed the bard , black frost a pleasant thing , For logs blazed ...
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... once , " said the beadle . " Our churchwardens , thanks be to God , have hearts , Mrs. Moses . " " And can go to law and recover damages , " followed an irritated neighbour , who looked at the two Moses , as if he should then and there ...
... once , " said the beadle . " Our churchwardens , thanks be to God , have hearts , Mrs. Moses . " " And can go to law and recover damages , " followed an irritated neighbour , who looked at the two Moses , as if he should then and there ...
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Admiral Adrien Alice Ballycotton beautiful Birmingham called character child City of London classes dear door Duddlestone ELIZA COOK England eyes face father feel fire Fleet Street flowers garden George Stephenson girl give green Gussett hand happy head heart Hemingford honour hope hour human Islington Jack Richards John Ashmore JOHN OWEN kind labour lady Leigh Hunt light live London look Madeley Mary matter means ment mind Moggs moral morning mother nature never night once passed pleasure Pompey poor Port Phillip Ragged Schools rich round seemed servant smile society soon Sorento sorrow sort soul speak spirit street sweet tell thee things thought tion town truth turn voice walk whilst wife Willenhall window woman words young
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Seite 295 - But to nobler sights Michael from Adam's eyes the film removed, Which that false fruit, that promised clearer sight. Had bred; then purged with euphrasy and rue The visual nerve, for he had much to see, And from the well of life three drops instill'd.
Seite 272 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Seite 272 - Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey ; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended. Each succeeding year stole something away from her beauty, Leaving behind it, broader and deeper, the gloom and the shadow. Then there appeared and spread faint streaks of gray o'er her forehead, Dawn of another life, that broke o'er her earthly horizon, As in the eastern sky the first faint streaks of the morning.
Seite 330 - When Poverty comes in at the Door, love flies out of the Window.
Seite 107 - For all earthly, and for some unearthly purposes, we have machines and mechanic furtherances ; for mincing our cabbages — for casting us into magnetic sleep. We remove mountains, and make seas our smooth highway; nothing can resist us. We war with rude nature; and, by our resistless engines, come off always victorious, and loaded with spoils.
Seite 182 - Yes verily; and by God's help so I will. And I heartily thank our heavenly Father, that he hath called me to this state of salvation, through Jesus Christ our Saviour. And I pray unto God to give me his grace, that I may continue in the same unto my life's end.
Seite 131 - Methinks the little wit I had is lost Since I saw you! For wit is like a rest Held up at tennis, which men do the best With the best gamesters. What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid!
Seite 107 - Were. we required to characterize this age of ours by any single' epithet, we should be tempted to call it, not an Heroical, Devotional, Philosophical, or Moral Age, but, above all others, the Mechanical Age. It is the Age of Machinery, in' every outward and inward sense of that word...
Seite 108 - Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne, a sceptered hermit, wrapt in the solitude of his own originality. A mind bold, independent, and decisive — a will, despotic in its dictates — an energy that distanced expedition, and a conscience pliable to every touch of interest, marked the outline of this...
Seite 305 - The treasures of the deep are not so precious As are the concealed comforts of a man Locked up in woman's love. I scent the air Of blessings, when I come but near the house. What a delicious breath marriage sends forth. . . The violet bed's not sweeter.