The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... passed away , and Gruffel became more wealthy every year ; while Wilhelm , having a large family to maintain , found ways and means for all his earnings , and was consequently little better in purse , though no less happy at heart ...
... passed away , and Gruffel became more wealthy every year ; while Wilhelm , having a large family to maintain , found ways and means for all his earnings , and was consequently little better in purse , though no less happy at heart ...
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... passed them ; but there was not a single blade left upon his new possession . I'm a ruined man ! ' exclaimed he in despair . A mocking laugh made him turn about , and he beheld the monster , the author of all his misery . ' What's the ...
... passed them ; but there was not a single blade left upon his new possession . I'm a ruined man ! ' exclaimed he in despair . A mocking laugh made him turn about , and he beheld the monster , the author of all his misery . ' What's the ...
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... passed the threshold the door , the entrance to a fine antiquated mansion , one of the remaining prides of Elizabethan architecture in London . I was ushered into a drawing - room , with an air of serenity and still- ness becoming the ...
... passed the threshold the door , the entrance to a fine antiquated mansion , one of the remaining prides of Elizabethan architecture in London . I was ushered into a drawing - room , with an air of serenity and still- ness becoming the ...
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... passing gales , And mountain goatherd with his herds , returning homeward , hails The curling smoke amid the trees , proclaiming humble fare , Tho ' poverty may rest within , contentment still is there . Then lovely woman , arm - in ...
... passing gales , And mountain goatherd with his herds , returning homeward , hails The curling smoke amid the trees , proclaiming humble fare , Tho ' poverty may rest within , contentment still is there . Then lovely woman , arm - in ...
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... passing hour , sadly bringing back to memory ' time's stilly flight , ' and that another hour had flown . The gleaming stars would shine out in beauty from the sky ; and as the white tombstones shone clear in the moonlight , they seemed ...
... passing hour , sadly bringing back to memory ' time's stilly flight , ' and that another hour had flown . The gleaming stars would shine out in beauty from the sky ; and as the white tombstones shone clear in the moonlight , they seemed ...
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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...