 | John Moore - 1792 - 584 pages
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 | 1829 - 372 pages
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 | Thomas Hood - 1831 - 80 pages
...hand, And caird upon his name ! Two sudden blows with a ragged stick, And one with a heavy stone. 25 " Oh, God ! it made me quake to see Such sense within...! But when I touch'd the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! " My head was like an... | |
 | 1836 - 706 pages
...Such se a ce within the slain ! But when I touch'd the lifelees clay, The blood gush M out amaiii ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain! ' My bead was like an ardent coal, My heart ae solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the... | |
 | Jewel - 1839 - 352 pages
...eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by the hand, And called upon his name .' " O God ! it made me 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... | |
 | 1846 - 608 pages
...dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame : I took the dead man by his hand, And call d upon his name! '" Oh, God! it made me quake to see Such sense within...! But when I touch'd the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my bruin ! " ' My head was like... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 310 pages
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 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 442 pages
...dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame ; I took the dead man by the hand, And called upon his name ? " Oh God ! it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! . But when I touched the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching... | |
 | Thomas Hood - 1845 - 434 pages
...dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame ; I took the dead man by the hand, And called upon his name ! " Oh God ! it made me quake to see Such sense within the slain ! But when I touched the lifeless clay, The blood gushed out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching... | |
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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. 
