Desultoria: The Recovered Mss. of an EccentricBaker and Scribner, 1850 - 220 psl. |
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... grave in the sand on the shore , and thinking the world cared not to hear the melancholy tale , kept it to himself . He walked with me down to the shore , that he might point out the grave of the unfortunate young man , marked by a ...
... grave in the sand on the shore , and thinking the world cared not to hear the melancholy tale , kept it to himself . He walked with me down to the shore , that he might point out the grave of the unfortunate young man , marked by a ...
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... grave in the sand , by the side of the being he adored — and as the day broke , I shoved my boat off from the shore . Such is the history of one , which so beautifully interweaves itself with the history of another . I always carry my ...
... grave in the sand , by the side of the being he adored — and as the day broke , I shoved my boat off from the shore . Such is the history of one , which so beautifully interweaves itself with the history of another . I always carry my ...
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... grave , no harm can visit its precincts - no key . can unlock its doors to the voice of reproach , and coarse , unfeeling mockery . Whatever may find its way into this book of my heart , and book of my mind , will proceed from the spur ...
... grave , no harm can visit its precincts - no key . can unlock its doors to the voice of reproach , and coarse , unfeeling mockery . Whatever may find its way into this book of my heart , and book of my mind , will proceed from the spur ...
26 psl.
... grave . Certain it is that the world , such as I have found it , has no attractions for me . There have been objects in the world and in society , that I have endeavored to endear to me -- and at times , perhaps , I have sought to win ...
... grave . Certain it is that the world , such as I have found it , has no attractions for me . There have been objects in the world and in society , that I have endeavored to endear to me -- and at times , perhaps , I have sought to win ...
28 psl.
... grave has closed ; the seal of death is the only seal of friendship . " These are the friends , whom should sincerely sorrow at part- ing with - none others in despondency have been my comfort— none , when every friend has left me , on ...
... grave has closed ; the seal of death is the only seal of friendship . " These are the friends , whom should sincerely sorrow at part- ing with - none others in despondency have been my comfort— none , when every friend has left me , on ...
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actions affection all-consuming fire beautiful become better bosom calm child choly companion conversation creature dear dear boy death desire devoted dream endeavor ennui Epicurean esteem exist expression face farewell father fear feelings folly foolish forget gaze give gone grave Hamlet happy happy days harpies hate heart hope horse human humbugs idea imagine indifferent intel kind knew lady Laertes lence lone streets look melan melancholy melon mental mind monomania mother mountains nature Nero never night noble observed Ophelia painful passion perhaps persons physician pleasant pleasure Polonius poor possessed pursuits quiet regard scene seemed sion sleep smile society sorrow sought soul speak spirit strange sweet sycophant tell things thou thought tion to-day told unhappy Virgil wish woman words wretch write young
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78 psl. - I have of late— but wherefore I know not— lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory; this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
80 psl. - No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp ; And crook the pregnant hinges of the knee, Where thrift may follow fawning.
100 psl. - OH, talk not to me of a name great in story ; The days of our youth are the days of our glory ; And the myrtle and ivy of sweet two-and-twenty Are worth all your laurels, though ever so plenty.
76 psl. - That youth and observation copied there ; And thy commandment all alone shall live Within the book and volume of my brain...
76 psl. - Remember thee? Yea, from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records, All saws of books, all forms, all pressures past, That youth and observation copied there; And.
80 psl. - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
75 psl. - gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable Seem to me all the uses of this world! Fie on't! O fie! 'tis an unweeded garden, That grows to seed; things rank and gross in nature Possess it merely.
61 psl. - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war...
75 psl. - O, that this too too solid flesh would melt, Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew! Or that the Everlasting had not fix'd His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! God! How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable, Seem to me all the uses of this world!
78 psl. - What a piece of work is a man! how noble in reason! how infinite in faculty! in form and moving how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.