The Doctor's Note-book; Or, Tales of My Patients

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Ward and Lock, 1864 - 308 頁
 

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第 17 頁 - Where the lamps quiver So far in the river, With many a light From window and casement, From garret to basement, She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night. The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch, Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery, Swift to be hurl'd — Anywhere, anywhere Out of the world!
第 18 頁 - The rough river ran — Over the brink of it, Picture it — think of it, Dissolute man ! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can ! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care...
第 16 頁 - Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun ! Oh! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full Home she had none.
第 18 頁 - Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses, Escaped from the comb — Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? Who was her mother? Had she a sister?
第 18 頁 - Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly, Decently, — kindly. — Smooth and compose them; And her eyes, close them, Staring so blindly! Dreadfully staring Through muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fixed on futurity. Perishing gloomily, Spurred by contumely, Cold inhumanity, Burning insanity, Into her rest, — Cross her hands humbly, As if praying dumbly, Over her breast! Owning her weakness, Her evil behaviour, And leaving, with meekness, Her sins to her Saviour!
第 17 頁 - One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashioned so slenderly, Young, and so fair ! Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing. Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her, All that remains of her Now is pure womanly. Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful;...
第 246 頁 - I arrest you in the name of the law for the murder of your sister, Virginia Haworth.
第 225 頁 - But there 184 185 she sank into a chair, and covering her face with her hands, burst into tears. Of what use would her freedom be to her ? She had been free all these years and Forbes had never looked at her with love. No, thank God ! she had not fallen so low as to beg for his love. She hated him — she was not going to mourn all her life for his sake. She would not give him the satisfaction...
第 265 頁 - the worst of it is, they'll be in the right. Let me out, Richard, or I shall hate you !

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