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anchoress blood borough Branston and Wright brow burial buried Cain cave cell CHARLES TILT Clarke corse crime dead Death of Abel deed defence discovered DREAM OF EUGENE dreary body earth ENGRAVED ON WOOD Epping Hunt Epsom Races EUGENE ARAM executed extraordinary eyes FLEET STREET flesh and bone four-and-twenty Gardens and Menagerie gave an upward gentleman grave groan'd guilty Harvey heard hermitage horrid thing pursues human bones human skeleton imputed India Paper indictment lay in agony lifeless flesh Lindholm lord lordship Loveday Lynn mead mighty wind murder never night I lay Octavo Volumes piety Price Printed by Maurice printed on India Published pursues my soul sanction SECRETARY AND VICE-SECRETARY Seem'd Six hasty strides Sprite suffered swept the leaves THOMAS HOOD thought impertinent tion took the dreary unseen upward glance Usher sat remote violence walk wind had swept WOOD BY BRANSTON young boy gave Zoological Society
Page 21 - And peace went with them one and all, And each calm pillow spread ; But guilt was my grim chamberlain That lighted me to bed, And drew my midnight curtains round, With fingers bloody red ! " All night I lay in agony, In anguish dark and deep ; My fever'd eyes I dared not close, But stared aghast at sleep...
Page 21 - Then leaping on his feet upright, Some moody turns he took; Now up the mead, then down the mead, And past a shady nook : And lo, he saw a little boy That pored...
Page 29 - With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran;— There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began: In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves, I hid the murdered man! "And all that day I read in school, But my thought was other where; As soon as the mid-day task was done, In secret I was there: And a mighty wind had swept the leaves, And still the corse was bare!
Page 25 - My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned — the dead Had never groaned but twice.
Page 31 - And still no peace for the restless clay, Will wave or mould allow ; The horrid thing pursues my soul, — It stands before me now ! " The fearful boy looked up and saw Huge drops upon his brow.
Page 15 - Farther, my lord : — it is not yet out of living memory that at a little distance from Knaresborough, in a field, part of the manor of the worthy and patriot baronet who does that borough the honour to represent it in parliament, were found, in digging for gravel, not one human skeleton only, but five or six, deposited side by side, with each an urn placed at his head, as your lordship knows was usual in ancient interments.
Page 20 - Like sportive deer they coursed about, And shouted as they ran, — Turning to mirth all things of earth, As only boyhood can...
Page 30 - 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. "So wills the fierce avenging Sprite, Till blood for blood atones! Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh,— The world shall see his bones!
Page 11 - My lord," began Aram, in that remarkable defence still extant, and still considered as wholly unequalled from the lips of one defending his own cause ; — my lord, I know not whether it is of right, or through some indulgence of your lordship, that I am allowed the liberty, at this bar, and at this time, to attempt a defence ; incapable and uninstructed as I am to speak. Since, while I see BO many eyes upon me.