Alton Locke, Tailor and Poet: An AutobiographyMacmillan, 1876 - 437 sivua |
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Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
Alton Alton Locke answered asked auld beauty believe better Billy Porter blessed canna CHAPTER Charles Kingsley Chartist Christian Church Church of England clergy confess cousin Crossthwaite dare dear earth England eyes face fancy feel fellow felt fresh gentlemen give God's hand hear heard heart heaven honour hope keep knew labour laddie Lillian live look Lord Mackaye Mammon man's matter maun Mike Kelly mind miserable morning mother never night Parson Lot perhaps poet political poor puir Purgatory of Suicides Puritan Queen's counsel recollect rich seemed shillings slaves slopsellers soul speak spirit starving stood strange sure sweaters tailors talk tell there's thing Thomas Carlyle thou thought told trade true turmits turned voice week whole wonder words workmen ye'll young
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Sivu 28 - A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay...
Sivu 433 - Thou art, of what sort the eternal life of the saints was to be, which eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, nor hath it entered into the heart of man to conceive.
Sivu 396 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Sivu 267 - The western wind was wild and dank wi' foam, And all alone went she. The creeping tide came up along the sand. And o'er and o'er the sand, And round and round the sand, As far as eye could see; The blinding mist came down and hid the land — And never home came she. "Oh, is it weed, or fish, 'or floating hair — A tress o...
Sivu 268 - They rowed her in across the rolling foam, The cruel crawling foam, The cruel hungry foam, To her grave beside the sea: But still the boatmen hear her call the cattle home Across the sands of Dee.
Sivu 362 - Clanging fights, and flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient tale of wrong, Like a tale of little meaning tho' the words are strong; Chanted from an ill-used race of men that cleave the soil.
Sivu xxvi - I was no prophet, neither was I a prophet's son ; but I was an herdman, and a gatherer of sycamore fruit:* And the LORD took me as I followed the flock, and the LORD said unto me, Go, prophesy unto my people Israel...
Sivu 355 - ... the worm that dieth not, and the fire that is not quenched.
Sivu 198 - Vanity of vanities, saith the Preacher, vanity of vanities; all is vanity. What profit hath a man of all his labour which he taketh under the sun?
Sivu 413 - He came not to do His own will, but the will of the Father who sent Him...