Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's Present

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Smith, Elder, 1837

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Strona 204 - Twas nothing : — the patrol grim Moves stealthily over the pavement dim : The debtor dreams of the gripe of law ; The harlot goes staggering to her straw ; And the drunken robber, and beggar bold Laugh loud, as they limp by the Bailey Old. Hark, — I hear the blood in a felon's heart ! I see him shiver — and heave — and start (Does he cry ?) from his last short bitter slumber, To find that his days have reached their number, — To feel that there comes, with the morning text, Blind death,...
Strona 103 - TKEAD lightly here ! this spot is holy ground, And every footfall wakes the voice of ages : These are the mighty dead that hem thee round. Names that still cast a halo o'er our pages : Listen ! 'tis Fame's loud voice that now complains, " Here sleeps more sacred dust, than all the world contains.
Strona 175 - ... attendants, who commence pulling up as fast as they are able. The diver remains with the net until it is so far clear of the bottom as to be in no danger of upsetting, and then begins to haul himself up by the cord hand over hand, which Ihe attendants are likewise pulling.
Strona 174 - The weight of the divingstones varies from fifteen to twenty-five pounds, according to the size of the diver: some stout men find it necessary to have from...
Strona 205 - tis Day ! In floods of light He drives back the dark and shrinking Night. The clouds ?— they 're lost. The rains ?— they 're fled ; And the streets are alive with a busy tread : And thousands are thronging, with gossip gay, To see how a felon will die to-day. The thief is abroad in his last new dress, Earning his bread in the thickest press ; The idler is there, and the painter fine, Studying a look for his next design ; The fighter, the brawler, the drover strong ; And all curse that the felon...
Strona 203 - CORNWALL. (Night.) OLD Thames ! thy merry waters run Gloomily now, without star or sun ; The wind blows o'er thee, wild and loud. And Heaven is in its death-black shroud ; And the rain comes down, with all its might, Darkening the face of the sullen night. Midnight dies ! There booms a sound From all the church-towers thundering round : Their echoes into each other run, And sing out the grand Night's awful
Strona 204 - Midnight dies ! There booms a sound, From all the church-towers thundering round : Their echoes into each other run, And sing out the grand Night's awful " ONE ! " Saint Bride, — Saint Sepulchre, — great Saint Paul, Unto each other, in chorus, call ! Who speaks ? — 'Twas nothing : — the patrol grim Moves stealthily over the pavement dim : The debtor dreams of the gripe of law ; The harlot goes staggering to her straw ; And the drunken robber, and beggar bold Laugh loud, as they limp by the...
Strona 103 - Thou mayst bend o'er each marble semblance now : That was a monarch, — see how mute he lies ! There was a day when, on his crumbling brow, The golden crown flashed awe on vulgar eyes ; That broken hand did then a sceptre sway, And thousands round him kneeled his mandates to obey. Turn to the time, when he thus low was laid Within this narrow house, in proud array ; Dirges were sung, and solemn masses said, And high-plumed helms bent o'er him as he lay ; Princes and peers were congregated here,...
Strona 174 - ... cord being passed over a stick projecting from the side of the boat ; by grasping all parts of the rope he is enabled to support himself and the stone, and raise or lower the latter for his own convenience while he remains at the surface ; he then puts his left foot on the hoop of the net and presses it against the diving stone, retaining the cord in his hand.
Strona 105 - ... See his reward ! — No matter ; let him rest ; Vacant and dark is now his ancient bed, The dust of ages dims his marble breast; And, in that tomb, what thinkest thou remains? Dust! 'tis the only glory, that on earth man gains. And kings, and queens, here slumber, side by side, Their quarrels hushed in the embrace of death ; All feelings calmed of jealousy or pride, Once fanned to flame by Slander's burning breath ; Even the crowns they wear from cares are free, As those on children's heads,...

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