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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 - 第 24 頁
Thomas Hood 著 - 1845
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A Victorian Anthology, 1837-1895: Selections Illustrating the Editor's ...

Edmund Clarence Stedman - 1895 - 810 頁
...every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain I " My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice ; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was...the frowning sky, From the Heaven's topmost height, ' Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead And Aide it from my sight ! I heard a voice — the awful voice...
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Poems of Thomas Hood: Memoir. Serious poems

Thomas Hood - 1897 - 682 頁
...clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! XIX "My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice ; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was...times I groan'd ; the dead Had never groan'd but twice ! XX " And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the Heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice —...
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The International Library of Famous Literature: Selections from the ..., 第 14 卷

Andrew Lang, Donald Grant Mitchell - 1898 - 564 頁
...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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Choice Readings for Public and Private Entertainments: And for the Use of ...

Robert McLean Cumnock - 1898 - 614 頁
...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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The Universal Anthology: A Collection of the Best Literature ..., 第 22 卷

Richard Garnett, Leon Vallée, Alois Brandl - 1899 - 420 頁
...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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The Fireside Encyclopedia of Poetry: Comprising the Best Poems of the Most ...

Henry Troth Coates - 1901 - 1080 頁
...amain ! For every clot, a burning spot :!7S " My head was likp an ardent- coal, My heart as solid icv ; bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou ?" the vision hut twice ! " And now, from forth the frowning sky, From the heavens' topmost height, I heard a voice...
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Every Day in the Year: A Poetical Epitome of the World's History

James Lauren Ford, Mary K. Ford - 1902 - 470 頁
...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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English Songs and Ballads

1902 - 386 頁
...lifeless clay, The blood gush'd out amain ! For every clot, a burning spot Was scorching in my brain ! * 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...
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The Speaker's Garland: Comprising 100 Choice Selections ...

Phineas Garrett - 1905 - 872 頁
...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. I beard a voice, — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging...
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The World's Best Poetry ...

1904 - 876 頁
...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 heaven's...
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