The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... thee so merry though , ' said the clown , brightening up ; why , we all thought as how thee'd bought the farm . ' " " Bought ? ' shrieked out Gruffel . What d'ye mean , eh ? It is'nt old Wilhelm's old farm , is it ? ' ' Ay , ' faith is ...
... thee so merry though , ' said the clown , brightening up ; why , we all thought as how thee'd bought the farm . ' " " Bought ? ' shrieked out Gruffel . What d'ye mean , eh ? It is'nt old Wilhelm's old farm , is it ? ' ' Ay , ' faith is ...
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... thee ? Art thou , hapless mortal , for ever to be despised - are all pitiless ? No ! Come , then , I will protect thee ; thou shalt find refuge in my bosom , for thou art sinking beneath age and the weight of thy infirmities . Thou ...
... thee ? Art thou , hapless mortal , for ever to be despised - are all pitiless ? No ! Come , then , I will protect thee ; thou shalt find refuge in my bosom , for thou art sinking beneath age and the weight of thy infirmities . Thou ...
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infirmities . Thou shalt go to my home , and I will shelter thee from the destruction of thy persecutors • Relentless , unfeeling wretches ! ' said I , turning to them ; go , go home and learn pity ; how can ye ex- pect mercy ...
infirmities . Thou shalt go to my home , and I will shelter thee from the destruction of thy persecutors • Relentless , unfeeling wretches ! ' said I , turning to them ; go , go home and learn pity ; how can ye ex- pect mercy ...
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... thee , son , I thank thee ; for thou hast been unto me as the ivy , which windeth its everlasting greenness around the trunk of the faded oak , saving it from the axe of the desolater ; and , though the tree be stript of its vegetation ...
... thee , son , I thank thee ; for thou hast been unto me as the ivy , which windeth its everlasting greenness around the trunk of the faded oak , saving it from the axe of the desolater ; and , though the tree be stript of its vegetation ...
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... The vanquish'd leader met his view ; And , glancing coldly o'er the rest , With sneering speech the king addrest . ' Tell me , monarch , if to thee That 14 MY HOBBY - HORSE . beauties which adorned her person, and which, like ...
... The vanquish'd leader met his view ; And , glancing coldly o'er the rest , With sneering speech the king addrest . ' Tell me , monarch , if to thee That 14 MY HOBBY - HORSE . beauties which adorned her person, and which, like ...
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Abruzzo Albrecht appearance ARABELLA STUART Armatoles arms art thou beam beautiful beheld bosom bright Brindon Burdock castle Catharine cheek child Countess of Shrewsbury daughter death Duke of Alva echo elephant eyes fair fairy fate father fear feel fire flowers Gaspar gaze George Cruikshank Goethe gold grave Gruffel hand happy hath head heard heart heaven hobby-horse honour hope horse hour Jenkyns Juan Klephts Lady Arabella light lips live looked lover Markham mind morning mountains never night o'er once passed passion person Perth Phelim poor possessed prince princess queen Quixtil replied rest rose scene seemed Sephia sigh sleep smile Soignies song soon sorrow soul spirit Stanmore stood sweet tears thee thing thou thought tion Turks village voice wandering white elephant White Witch wife wild woman young youth
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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...