The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... Late letters from Odessa - very black . N. My dear fellow , how can they be otherwise , when they come through the Black Sea ? B. Pooh ! Bad weather on the continent - mails delayed - only one sound list to - day . N. Better that than ...
... Late letters from Odessa - very black . N. My dear fellow , how can they be otherwise , when they come through the Black Sea ? B. Pooh ! Bad weather on the continent - mails delayed - only one sound list to - day . N. Better that than ...
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... late brother , my honored master , would know it if he were alive , ' said the soldier , with an emphasis which amounted almost to a rebuke . ' Did you know the Lord Mountchensy ? ' asked the old lady , while a slight agitation passed ...
... late brother , my honored master , would know it if he were alive , ' said the soldier , with an emphasis which amounted almost to a rebuke . ' Did you know the Lord Mountchensy ? ' asked the old lady , while a slight agitation passed ...
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... late to attempt it . ' • Oh , let us go instantly , ' said Lady Arabella . " In ' If we could do so with safety , it were well , ' replied Markham ; but we must use a little caution . this packet , ' he said , loosening his wallet from ...
... late to attempt it . ' • Oh , let us go instantly , ' said Lady Arabella . " In ' If we could do so with safety , it were well , ' replied Markham ; but we must use a little caution . this packet , ' he said , loosening his wallet from ...
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... late to retreat ; and , supported by Seymour , who was roused to desperation by the strait to which he was reduced , they fought with all that fury which the hopelessness of their situation inspired . This could not last long ; the ...
... late to retreat ; and , supported by Seymour , who was roused to desperation by the strait to which he was reduced , they fought with all that fury which the hopelessness of their situation inspired . This could not last long ; the ...
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... late . Under the title of Bon- net Building , ' he shows a quantity of milliners fabri- cating a bonnet as big as the helmet in the Castle of Otranto , that is , about as big as most fashionable ladies wear them now . The gracefulness ...
... late . Under the title of Bon- net Building , ' he shows a quantity of milliners fabri- cating a bonnet as big as the helmet in the Castle of Otranto , that is , about as big as most fashionable ladies wear them now . The gracefulness ...
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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...