The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... poor farmer found him near enough of all conscience in the dealings which he sometimes had with him , in which poor Wil- helm , desirous to conciliate and oblige his rich neigh- bour , generally came off a loser , for Gruffel drove a ...
... poor farmer found him near enough of all conscience in the dealings which he sometimes had with him , in which poor Wil- helm , desirous to conciliate and oblige his rich neigh- bour , generally came off a loser , for Gruffel drove a ...
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... poor ones , laugh- ing at them for their presumption . With his usual care and circumspection , Gruffel selected six of the most opulent of the swains , and , with an unusual degree of condescension , gave his daughter permission to ...
... poor ones , laugh- ing at them for their presumption . With his usual care and circumspection , Gruffel selected six of the most opulent of the swains , and , with an unusual degree of condescension , gave his daughter permission to ...
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... poor neighbour's son together . Etna and Vesuvius were mere fiz - gigs compared with the ebullition of rage which burst from Gruffel's lips . The colour fled from Rosa's cheeks , and she from her lover , who , with his head in his hand ...
... poor neighbour's son together . Etna and Vesuvius were mere fiz - gigs compared with the ebullition of rage which burst from Gruffel's lips . The colour fled from Rosa's cheeks , and she from her lover , who , with his head in his hand ...
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... poor farmers have little chance of earning an honest liveli- hood . But don't trouble thyself , I shall begin about a week hence to get in my harvest . ' And with this pleasant intimation the monster va- nished from his sight . Gruffel ...
... poor farmers have little chance of earning an honest liveli- hood . But don't trouble thyself , I shall begin about a week hence to get in my harvest . ' And with this pleasant intimation the monster va- nished from his sight . Gruffel ...
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... poor farmer heartily commiserated him . Had I remained a few days longer there , ' said he , it might have been my fate . To thy generosity , then , I owe this escape from utter ruin ; thou shalt , thou must , therefore , deign to share ...
... poor farmer heartily commiserated him . Had I remained a few days longer there , ' said he , it might have been my fate . To thy generosity , then , I owe this escape from utter ruin ; thou shalt , thou must , therefore , deign to share ...
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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...