The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... death , what hopeless fate , To soothe your ire , and glut your hate ? ' Silent and sad the pris'ner king , With folded arms , stood listening Till the last words , distinct and clear , Fell on his fix'd attentive ear ; Then rais'd his ...
... death , what hopeless fate , To soothe your ire , and glut your hate ? ' Silent and sad the pris'ner king , With folded arms , stood listening Till the last words , distinct and clear , Fell on his fix'd attentive ear ; Then rais'd his ...
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... death , Have burst their cerements ! Why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned , Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ! ' Shakspeare . MORE has been written upon Valencia , perhaps , than upon any ...
... death , Have burst their cerements ! Why the sepulchre Wherein we saw thee quietly inurned , Hath op'd his ponderous and marble jaws , To cast thee up again ! ' Shakspeare . MORE has been written upon Valencia , perhaps , than upon any ...
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... death ; and the Lady Arabella's delight may therefore be conceived , when , upon opening the letter which the old soldier had delivered to her , she learnt that her husband had escaped from his imprison- ment in the Tower . He wrote ...
... death ; and the Lady Arabella's delight may therefore be conceived , when , upon opening the letter which the old soldier had delivered to her , she learnt that her husband had escaped from his imprison- ment in the Tower . He wrote ...
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... DEATH OF A FRIEND . The death - pang is past ! -- we meet not again In the with'ring clime of doubt and despair ; Thy spirit is joining the heavenly train , And mine , in its grief , hath sigh'd to be there . If from their bright sphere ...
... DEATH OF A FRIEND . The death - pang is past ! -- we meet not again In the with'ring clime of doubt and despair ; Thy spirit is joining the heavenly train , And mine , in its grief , hath sigh'd to be there . If from their bright sphere ...
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... death of us . hysterics , and the coroner's jury will bring in a ver- dict , Died by the visitation of George Cruikshank . ' We are , nevertheless , delighted with his work , and shall give ourselves up , ( if fate will have it so ...
... death of us . hysterics , and the coroner's jury will bring in a ver- dict , Died by the visitation of George Cruikshank . ' We are , nevertheless , delighted with his work , and shall give ourselves up , ( if fate will have it so ...
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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...