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... things . The moral faculties cannot be cultivated , even when indirectly so , without lessening the relish for sensual indulgence . The time is still within remembrance , when the police reports teemed with committals for common ...
... things . The moral faculties cannot be cultivated , even when indirectly so , without lessening the relish for sensual indulgence . The time is still within remembrance , when the police reports teemed with committals for common ...
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... things flaming in yellow and red , jugs bright with most romantic shepherds and shepherdesses , or , perhaps , a print coloured in all the luxuriance of gamboge and vermillion ; or , like the Irish of St. Giles or Saffron Hill , this ...
... things flaming in yellow and red , jugs bright with most romantic shepherds and shepherdesses , or , perhaps , a print coloured in all the luxuriance of gamboge and vermillion ; or , like the Irish of St. Giles or Saffron Hill , this ...
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... things as they've got , for its too wet to go further to night , without having ten pence or a shilling of one's ... things in this neighbourhood ? No , no ! poor folk's heads are turned enough now - a - days with schools , and books ...
... things as they've got , for its too wet to go further to night , without having ten pence or a shilling of one's ... things in this neighbourhood ? No , no ! poor folk's heads are turned enough now - a - days with schools , and books ...
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... things at last , doesn't he ? " " It never came from Moses ' , " said all the girls de - out of his estate . With what was left I took a small cidedly , in a breath . 24 ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . " You shall never want. done speaking , the ...
... things at last , doesn't he ? " " It never came from Moses ' , " said all the girls de - out of his estate . With what was left I took a small cidedly , in a breath . 24 ELIZA COOK'S JOURNAL . " You shall never want. done speaking , the ...
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... things , table ; she found her rent had already been discharged , and the beautiful teapot . and the few last relics of her better life secured and have we got here ? Why I never saw such a thing in It's quite equal to anything I ever ...
... things , table ; she found her rent had already been discharged , and the beautiful teapot . and the few last relics of her better life secured and have we got here ? Why I never saw such a thing in It's quite equal to anything I ever ...
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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.