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" And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: 'Thou guilty man! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight... "
Prose and Verse - Page 24
by Thomas Hood - 1845
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The Eclectic review. vol. 1-New [8th], Volume 30

1828 - 602 pages
...every clot, a burning spot, Was scorching in my brain ! ' 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 groan'd but twice ! ' And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's...
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The Dream of Eugene Aram: The Murderer

Thomas Hood - 1831 - 80 pages
...every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " 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 groan 'd ; the dead Had never groan'd but twice ! " And ПОЛУ, from forth the frowning sky, From...
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American Monthly Knickerbocker, Volume 7

1836 - 676 pages
...wretched soul, I knew. Was at the devil'» price : A dozen time« I groan'd ; the dead Had never groau'd but twice! ' And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's top-moat height, 1 heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite: ' Thou guilty man...
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The jewel, sacred, domestic, narrative and lyrical poems selected from ...

Jewel - 1839 - 352 pages
...quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I touch 'd the lifeless clay, The blood gush'd out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot, Was scorching...dozen times I groan'd; the dead Had never groan'd hut twice ! " And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice...
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Prose and Verse, Volumes 1-2

Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pages
...lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain J My head was like an ardent coal, My heart was solid...forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost heighi I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging sprite ; ' Thou guilty man ! take...
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Half-hours with the best authors, selected by C. Knight, Volume 4

Half hours - 1847 - 616 pages
...every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " 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 ! " And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's...
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Prose and Verse

Thomas Hood - 1849 - 430 pages
...led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold ; Now here, said I, this man shall die, " Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, And one with...but twice ! " And now from forth the frowning sky. Of the blood-avenging sprite ; ' Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight !' "...
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Eliza Cook's journal, Volume 11

430 pages
...amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " My head was like au ardent conl, My heart was 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 ! " And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heavens'...
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The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with ...

Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 pages
...every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice ; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew Was at the Devil's price ; 478 A dozen times I groan'd ; the dead Had never groan 'd bat twiee! " And now, from forth the frowning...
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The Home friend, a weekly miscellany of amusement and instruction, Volume 1

Society for promoting Christian knowledge - 1852 - 652 pages
...CONSCIENCE, OR THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM (continued). " 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 ! " And now from forth the frowning sky, From heaven's...
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