The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... soul ! ' cried he , at the same time pressing my hand with a warmth and fervency that re- warded me three - fold ; thou art a good soul ! and the God of my fathers , and thy fathers , will shower his bles- sings on thy head ! I thank ...
... soul ! ' cried he , at the same time pressing my hand with a warmth and fervency that re- warded me three - fold ; thou art a good soul ! and the God of my fathers , and thy fathers , will shower his bles- sings on thy head ! I thank ...
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... which she moved , it was no wonder then the fair Isabella should so far have in- thralled the soul of the young de Guzman , that by frequent contemplation of her charms and accomplish- ments , he с 3 17 ISABELLA DE MIRANDA; ...
... which she moved , it was no wonder then the fair Isabella should so far have in- thralled the soul of the young de Guzman , that by frequent contemplation of her charms and accomplish- ments , he с 3 17 ISABELLA DE MIRANDA; ...
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... soul . Isabella wept in the anguish of her spirit ; is this the love , ' she cried , he should have borne me ! What , alas ! shall I do ? O God ! must I be suffered to perish of cold and hunger in the streets , without any one to ...
... soul . Isabella wept in the anguish of her spirit ; is this the love , ' she cried , he should have borne me ! What , alas ! shall I do ? O God ! must I be suffered to perish of cold and hunger in the streets , without any one to ...
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... soul to a heavenly dream ; Then those eyes will weep , and thy heart will sigh , But may'st thou , little love , ne'er fade and die . As yet thou art pure , and the finger of hate , Must fail in stamping her seal on thy name , May the ...
... soul to a heavenly dream ; Then those eyes will weep , and thy heart will sigh , But may'st thou , little love , ne'er fade and die . As yet thou art pure , and the finger of hate , Must fail in stamping her seal on thy name , May the ...
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... soul as ever struck hard blows in a fair cause ; and by this token , my lady , he knew me also . This ring , which neither prison nor poverty has yet been able to tear from me , was given to me by the gallant lord after a hard fight in ...
... soul as ever struck hard blows in a fair cause ; and by this token , my lady , he knew me also . This ring , which neither prison nor poverty has yet been able to tear from me , was given to me by the gallant lord after a hard fight in ...
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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...