The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... . Fickle , from belle to belle we range , And ev'ry minute brings a change ; Rove as we will , it is in vain , We always seek first loves again . TH - S CH - l'— N. MY HOBBY - HORSE ; OR , THE LUCUBRATIONS , THE TWO FARMERS .
... . Fickle , from belle to belle we range , And ev'ry minute brings a change ; Rove as we will , it is in vain , We always seek first loves again . TH - S CH - l'— N. MY HOBBY - HORSE ; OR , THE LUCUBRATIONS , THE TWO FARMERS .
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MY HOBBY - HORSE ; OR , THE LUCUBRATIONS , OPINIONS , RECOLLECTIONS , CONFESSIONS , MEDITATIONS , AND REMINISCENCES OF WHO DO YOU THINK ? Every man should be indulged in his hobby - horse , if it is not a vicious animal . For my hobby - ...
MY HOBBY - HORSE ; OR , THE LUCUBRATIONS , OPINIONS , RECOLLECTIONS , CONFESSIONS , MEDITATIONS , AND REMINISCENCES OF WHO DO YOU THINK ? Every man should be indulged in his hobby - horse , if it is not a vicious animal . For my hobby - ...
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... , stones , and every hurtful missile that man could find in the moment of his revenge , flew at the head of the poor old Jew . Some of the most depraved plucked at his beard , smote him with their hands and MY HOBBY - HORSE . 9.
... , stones , and every hurtful missile that man could find in the moment of his revenge , flew at the head of the poor old Jew . Some of the most depraved plucked at his beard , smote him with their hands and MY HOBBY - HORSE . 9.
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... , ' replied Abiathar , looking up in my face , one of thy tribe that can compassionate the poor Hebrew , without dreading the malediction and contumely of thy brethren ? ' ' Yes , ' said I , there are many 10 MY HOBBY - HORSE .
... , ' replied Abiathar , looking up in my face , one of thy tribe that can compassionate the poor Hebrew , without dreading the malediction and contumely of thy brethren ? ' ' Yes , ' said I , there are many 10 MY HOBBY - HORSE .
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... Samaritan , healing the wounds of thy father by his charity . He hath been as the rain falling from the heavens , re- freshing the parched land with its moisture . Welcome him with shouts of joy and songs of gladness , MY HOBBY - HORSE .
... Samaritan , healing the wounds of thy father by his charity . He hath been as the rain falling from the heavens , re- freshing the parched land with its moisture . Welcome him with shouts of joy and songs of gladness , MY HOBBY - HORSE .
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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...