The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... morning saw him arise , blythe as a lark , with a countenance smiling as the sun's . ' A sweet nut is often in a bitter skin , ' said he ; and so was he resolved to take advantage of his foreknow- ledge of the monster's intentions , and ...
... morning saw him arise , blythe as a lark , with a countenance smiling as the sun's . ' A sweet nut is often in a bitter skin , ' said he ; and so was he resolved to take advantage of his foreknow- ledge of the monster's intentions , and ...
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... morning upon old Wilhelm's farm , and left not an ear for the gleaners ! ' So much the better , ' said Gruffel jocosely , for no one can pull his ears - if he hath lost ' em . ' Ecod ! I'm glad to see thee so merry though , ' said the ...
... morning upon old Wilhelm's farm , and left not an ear for the gleaners ! ' So much the better , ' said Gruffel jocosely , for no one can pull his ears - if he hath lost ' em . ' Ecod ! I'm glad to see thee so merry though , ' said the ...
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... morning , When the songsters are warbling their praise to our God ! Soft be thy sleep on the couch of bliss , Precious and pure as a new born kiss ! Blithely laugh in thy mother's arm ; ' Tis bliss like this - is wedlock's charm ! Then ...
... morning , When the songsters are warbling their praise to our God ! Soft be thy sleep on the couch of bliss , Precious and pure as a new born kiss ! Blithely laugh in thy mother's arm ; ' Tis bliss like this - is wedlock's charm ! Then ...
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... morning found themselves entering in the channel . It was resolved to sail for Calais , and Markham had laid his course for that port , which he hoped to make in a few hours , when one of the men gave notice that an armed pinnace was ...
... morning found themselves entering in the channel . It was resolved to sail for Calais , and Markham had laid his course for that port , which he hoped to make in a few hours , when one of the men gave notice that an armed pinnace was ...
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When heart and hope were free from pain , And all was bright as morning's rays . And is that all ? oh no , my lay Would fain recall each bye - gone hour , When I was wont to smile away , With thee , life's brightest , happiest hour ...
When heart and hope were free from pain , And all was bright as morning's rays . And is that all ? oh no , my lay Would fain recall each bye - gone hour , When I was wont to smile away , With thee , life's brightest , happiest hour ...
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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...