The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... smiles , like summer sunshine on a barren waste , making amends for the stern and rigor- ous temperament of her father's disposition . Such a paragon , as may be easily imagined , was not long known before the fame of her beauty ...
... smiles , like summer sunshine on a barren waste , making amends for the stern and rigor- ous temperament of her father's disposition . Such a paragon , as may be easily imagined , was not long known before the fame of her beauty ...
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... smile ; is it so strange a thing for a man to cry out when you tread on his corn ! ' · " Thy corn ! ' Yes , my corn ... smiling as the sun's . ' A sweet nut is often in a bitter skin , ' said he ; and so was he resolved to take advantage ...
... smile ; is it so strange a thing for a man to cry out when you tread on his corn ! ' · " Thy corn ! ' Yes , my corn ... smiling as the sun's . ' A sweet nut is often in a bitter skin , ' said he ; and so was he resolved to take advantage ...
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... smile is adorning Thy lips , like the monthly rose breaking the dew , Let thy joys be as sweet as the autumnal morning , When the songsters are warbling their praise to our God ! Soft be thy sleep on the couch of bliss , Precious and ...
... smile is adorning Thy lips , like the monthly rose breaking the dew , Let thy joys be as sweet as the autumnal morning , When the songsters are warbling their praise to our God ! Soft be thy sleep on the couch of bliss , Precious and ...
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... smiles - now clouded by a tear . In fortune's gift there's not a purer gem , A splendid pillar in the regal hall , A richer jewel in the diadem , Or sweeter flower in April's coronal , Than in the heart where innocencies dwell , To see ...
... smiles - now clouded by a tear . In fortune's gift there's not a purer gem , A splendid pillar in the regal hall , A richer jewel in the diadem , Or sweeter flower in April's coronal , Than in the heart where innocencies dwell , To see ...
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... smile , Than e'er you saw in your northern isle ; Where the streamlet's voice , as it flows along , Tells of a land of delight and song ! My home is far in a distant land , Where the busy air is soft and bland ; Where the spring birds ...
... smile , Than e'er you saw in your northern isle ; Where the streamlet's voice , as it flows along , Tells of a land of delight and song ! My home is far in a distant land , Where the busy air is soft and bland ; Where the spring birds ...
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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...