The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... stood , seemingly in anger , but his eyes were raised to heaven , supplicating pardon for their errors . He spoke to them ; it was in half - broken English , mingled with scraps of Hebrew ; he craved their mercy , but they , senseless ...
... stood , seemingly in anger , but his eyes were raised to heaven , supplicating pardon for their errors . He spoke to them ; it was in half - broken English , mingled with scraps of Hebrew ; he craved their mercy , but they , senseless ...
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... stood before the conq'ror's throne , A sight to move a breast of stone ; Reeking with gore from unstaunch'd wound , Their mangled limbs in fetters bound , Yet firm of bearing , and resign'd , Like beings of a noble kind : And one , who ...
... stood before the conq'ror's throne , A sight to move a breast of stone ; Reeking with gore from unstaunch'd wound , Their mangled limbs in fetters bound , Yet firm of bearing , and resign'd , Like beings of a noble kind : And one , who ...
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... stood listening Till the last words , distinct and clear , Fell on his fix'd attentive ear ; Then rais'd his shackled arm on high , With unaffected dignity , Moved his impending locks aside , And thus with energy replied : ' Alexander ...
... stood listening Till the last words , distinct and clear , Fell on his fix'd attentive ear ; Then rais'd his shackled arm on high , With unaffected dignity , Moved his impending locks aside , And thus with energy replied : ' Alexander ...
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... stood , And , wordless still , with ready hands , Loos'd from his limbs the galling bands : Then to the king , in accents mild , Spoke once again , and speaking , smil'd . Chief of the brave , when fickle fame Sounds in thine ear my ...
... stood , And , wordless still , with ready hands , Loos'd from his limbs the galling bands : Then to the king , in accents mild , Spoke once again , and speaking , smil'd . Chief of the brave , when fickle fame Sounds in thine ear my ...
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LADY ARABELLA STUART . In the year 1610 , there stood upon the brow of Highgate Hill a noble mansion , belonging to the Countess of Shrewsbury , of which not a vestige now remains . On an afternoon in the month of May , in the year ...
LADY ARABELLA STUART . In the year 1610 , there stood upon the brow of Highgate Hill a noble mansion , belonging to the Countess of Shrewsbury , of which not a vestige now remains . On an afternoon in the month of May , in the year ...
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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...