The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... asked Rosa innocently . I'm sure I endeavoured to entertain them to my best ability . I played at blindman's buff , puss - puss in the corner ; but I confess I would not play at kiss in the ring , because , as I was the only girl in ...
... asked Rosa innocently . I'm sure I endeavoured to entertain them to my best ability . I played at blindman's buff , puss - puss in the corner ; but I confess I would not play at kiss in the ring , because , as I was the only girl in ...
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... asked he , with an air of the coolest unconcern . ' Miserable that I am , ' thou not despoiled me of use thy power so cruelly . be merciful . ' " replied the farmer . Hast my crop ? Why dost thou The strong always ought to That is the ...
... asked he , with an air of the coolest unconcern . ' Miserable that I am , ' thou not despoiled me of use thy power so cruelly . be merciful . ' " replied the farmer . Hast my crop ? Why dost thou The strong always ought to That is the ...
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... perceived by her companion , had placed a portion of its contents in the beggar's morion . Where did you receive your wounds ? ' asked the young lady in a tone of kindness and sympathy which 38 LADY ARABELLA STUART. ...
... perceived by her companion , had placed a portion of its contents in the beggar's morion . Where did you receive your wounds ? ' asked the young lady in a tone of kindness and sympathy which 38 LADY ARABELLA STUART. ...
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... asked the old lady , while a slight agitation passed over her face at the mention of her gallant brother . " ' I knew him , ' replied the veteran , for as brave a soul as ever struck hard blows in a fair cause ; and by this token , my ...
... asked the old lady , while a slight agitation passed over her face at the mention of her gallant brother . " ' I knew him , ' replied the veteran , for as brave a soul as ever struck hard blows in a fair cause ; and by this token , my ...
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... asked the lady . I do not know exactly the spot , but he will be waiting our arrival : he knows our ship ; and , although he dare not stay long in any one place , he will join us in the river : perhaps , even now , he is on board ...
... asked the lady . I do not know exactly the spot , but he will be waiting our arrival : he knows our ship ; and , although he dare not stay long in any one place , he will join us in the river : perhaps , even now , he is on board ...
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Seite 8 - I am a Jew. Hath not a Jew eyes? hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is?
Seite 2 - How touching, when, at midnight, sweep Snow-muffled winds, and all is dark, To hear — and sink again to sleep ! Or, at an earlier call, to mark, By blazing fire, the still suspense Of self-complacent innocence; The mutual nod, — the grave disguise Of hearts with gladness brimming o'er; And some unbidden tears that rise...
Seite 110 - Sometimes, misguided by the tuneful throng, I look for streams immortalized in song, That lost in silence and oblivion lie (Dumb are their fountains and their channels dry), Yet run for ever by the Muse's skill, And in the smooth description murmur still.
Seite 8 - Tis the sporting little filly-folly which carries you out for the present hour — a maggot, a butterfly, a picture, a fiddlestick — an uncle Toby's siege — or an any thing, which a man makes a shift to get a-stride on, to canter it away from the cares and solicitudes of life...
Seite 103 - ... about to hang him : but upon intercession, contented himself with putting him in irons, and embarking him on board ship to send him to Hispaniola. He contrived to rid himself of his fetters, and while the crew were asleep, got overboard, and trusted himself upon a log of wood, for he could not swim : it was ebb tide, and he was carried a league out from the ship; the flow drove him upon...