Whimsicalities: a periodical gathering. To which are added: 'York and Lancaster' and 'Lost and found', the 'Epping hunt' and 'Eugene Aram'.

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Sivu 392 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Sivu 254 - Hereditary bondsmen ! know ye not Who would be free themselves must strike the blow?
Sivu 259 - There are a sort of men, whose visages Do cream and mantle like a standing pond; And do a wilful stillness entertain, With purpose to be dress'd in an opinion Of wisdom, gravity, profound conceit; As who should say, ' I am Sir Oracle, And, when I ope my lips, let no dog bark!
Sivu 544 - One stern tyrannic thought, that made All other thoughts its slave ; Stronger and stronger every pulse Did that temptation crave, Still urging me to go and see The dead man in his grave...
Sivu 198 - The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton, and too full of gawds, To give me audience : — If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound one unto the drowsy race of night...
Sivu 537 - Twas in the prime of summer time, An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school : There were some that ran, and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool.
Sivu 540 - One that had never done me wrong, A feeble man and old ; I led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold : Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold ! "Two sudden blows with ragged stick.
Sivu 543 - All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep ; My fever'd eyes I dared not close, But stared aghast at sleep ; For Sin had rendered unto her The keys of hell to keep ! " All night I lay in agony, From weary chime to chime, With one besetting horrid hint, That racked me all the time, — A mighty yearning like the first Fierce impulse unto crime!
Sivu 391 - SUMMER'S gone and over ! Fogs are falling down ; And with russet tinges Autumn's doing brown. Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the Book of Nature Getteth short of leaves. Round the tops of houses, Swallows, as they flit, Give, like yearly tenants, Notices to quit. Skies, of fickle temper, Weep by turns, and laugh — Night and Day together Taking half-and-half.
Sivu 545 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep: Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep.

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