Daisy's Necklace: and what Came of it: (a Literary Episode.)Derby & Jackson, 1857 - 225 pages |
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... copies ; Bloody Hatchet , ' twelve copies ; The Seducer's Victim , ' thirty copies ; The Young Mother , ' five copies ; ' The Deranged Daughter , ' seven copies ; ' Hifiluten and other poems , ' one copy . " 6 " Can I speak with him ...
... copies ; Bloody Hatchet , ' twelve copies ; The Seducer's Victim , ' thirty copies ; The Young Mother , ' five copies ; ' The Deranged Daughter , ' seven copies ; ' Hifiluten and other poems , ' one copy . " 6 " Can I speak with him ...
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(a Literary Episode.) Thomas Bailey Aldrich. kin , ' six copies ; ' The Phantom of Philadelphia , ' twelve copies , etc. , etc. " So our author seated himself on a case of books , and looked at the wall of volumes which encom- passed him ...
(a Literary Episode.) Thomas Bailey Aldrich. kin , ' six copies ; ' The Phantom of Philadelphia , ' twelve copies , etc. , etc. " So our author seated himself on a case of books , and looked at the wall of volumes which encom- passed him ...
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... copies ! " " What on earth could anybody want of a ' Ruined Cigar Girl , or a Young Mother ? ' " and Mortimer laughed outright . The wand of Prospero is neither more cunning nor more MORTIMER'S INTERVIEW WITH HARDWILL . 145.
... copies ! " " What on earth could anybody want of a ' Ruined Cigar Girl , or a Young Mother ? ' " and Mortimer laughed outright . The wand of Prospero is neither more cunning nor more MORTIMER'S INTERVIEW WITH HARDWILL . 145.
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... copies of the ' work ' have been sold , when I know that only five hundred were printed ; or else Messrs . Printem & Sellem withdraw their advertisements , in which case my occupation's gone ! And this ' Scavenger's Daughter ' - a book ...
... copies of the ' work ' have been sold , when I know that only five hundred were printed ; or else Messrs . Printem & Sellem withdraw their advertisements , in which case my occupation's gone ! And this ' Scavenger's Daughter ' - a book ...
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... copies of the work , for the purpose of being used in the publication advertisement . It is curious to remark how great minds will differ . [ From the Blundertown Journal . ] " NEW PUBLICATIONS . " DAISY'S NECKLACE , AND WHAT CAME OF IT ...
... copies of the work , for the purpose of being used in the publication advertisement . It is curious to remark how great minds will differ . [ From the Blundertown Journal . ] " NEW PUBLICATIONS . " DAISY'S NECKLACE , AND WHAT CAME OF IT ...
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Page 134 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 90 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play!
Page 196 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Page 134 - Anon his heart revives: her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St.
Page 134 - Of fruits and flowers and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings ; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries And twilight saints and dim emblazonings, A shielded 'scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Page 130 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying.
Page 91 - O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play ! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay ! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill ; But O for the touch of a...
Page 90 - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
Page 130 - Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Page 134 - ST AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.