The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... perhaps not : few , very few of that wandering outcast race know poverty . He was in trouble ; ' twas enough - he was poor in defence , not in courage ; he was old , and his silver locks , whatever his religion , should have suffered ...
... perhaps not : few , very few of that wandering outcast race know poverty . He was in trouble ; ' twas enough - he was poor in defence , not in courage ; he was old , and his silver locks , whatever his religion , should have suffered ...
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... perhaps a converted Jew ! ' This soon buzzed round the motley , many - headed group ; and then , as if with one consent , they all departed , leaving the good Abiathar to my care . " Come , ' said I , as we walked on , attracting the ...
... perhaps a converted Jew ! ' This soon buzzed round the motley , many - headed group ; and then , as if with one consent , they all departed , leaving the good Abiathar to my care . " Come , ' said I , as we walked on , attracting the ...
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... perhaps , the reader may quote in return- " Tis but thy name , that is my enemy . ' Then do I reply , forget the name , and call him Chris- tian , or whatsoe'er thou wilt ; let but thy mind fancy him that , and , trust me , his heart ...
... perhaps , the reader may quote in return- " Tis but thy name , that is my enemy . ' Then do I reply , forget the name , and call him Chris- tian , or whatsoe'er thou wilt ; let but thy mind fancy him that , and , trust me , his heart ...
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... perhaps , than upon any other city in Spain . It stands in the midst of an extensive plain , upon the banks of the Guadal- quivir , which washes its walls , separating it from part of the suburbs , and half a league from the sea . It is ...
... perhaps , than upon any other city in Spain . It stands in the midst of an extensive plain , upon the banks of the Guadal- quivir , which washes its walls , separating it from part of the suburbs , and half a league from the sea . It is ...
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... happiness and perhaps their eternal welfare , for the selfish objects of interest and ambition . From this short digression we must return to the fair Isabella , who we left enclosed within the gloomy ISABELLA DE MIRANDA . 19.
... happiness and perhaps their eternal welfare , for the selfish objects of interest and ambition . From this short digression we must return to the fair Isabella , who we left enclosed within the gloomy ISABELLA DE MIRANDA . 19.
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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...