Eliza Cook's journal, Band 1 |
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... speak , the world is stereotyped , and facts constitute the food given by these gigantic granaries of intelligence ... speaking its resistless conviction , exhibit things just as they are . The lightest works of fiction , if written with ...
... speak , the world is stereotyped , and facts constitute the food given by these gigantic granaries of intelligence ... speaking its resistless conviction , exhibit things just as they are . The lightest works of fiction , if written with ...
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... speak to him , I'll try and touch him , " inter- rupted the old woman , as with a corner of her apron she wiped the ... speaking she had risen , and was now settling the kettle over the fire , when an unmis- takeable voice from the ...
... speak to him , I'll try and touch him , " inter- rupted the old woman , as with a corner of her apron she wiped the ... speaking she had risen , and was now settling the kettle over the fire , when an unmis- takeable voice from the ...
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... speak , Joe sat as if nailed to the stool , whilst Charlotte dropped the needle from her rigid hand . " So , " spoke the old man at last , " this is the way my coals and candle are burnt , is it ? So - , " and he growled in a manner ...
... speak , Joe sat as if nailed to the stool , whilst Charlotte dropped the needle from her rigid hand . " So , " spoke the old man at last , " this is the way my coals and candle are burnt , is it ? So - , " and he growled in a manner ...
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... speak to him on most pressing business . " Let him walk in , " was the laconic answer . " 6 A grave looking man came in immediately with a hurried step . " My Lord , " he said , " a most extraordinaay occur rence has happened through ...
... speak to him on most pressing business . " Let him walk in , " was the laconic answer . " 6 A grave looking man came in immediately with a hurried step . " My Lord , " he said , " a most extraordinaay occur rence has happened through ...
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... speak- cries and cross - grained liberalism , it displays itself with - ing , he is not one of a class , but the excrescence of all out obstacle to the development of the common good , irrespective of party , or of clique ; if , lastly ...
... speak- cries and cross - grained liberalism , it displays itself with - ing , he is not one of a class , but the excrescence of all out obstacle to the development of the common good , irrespective of party , or of clique ; if , lastly ...
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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.