The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... voice , which wild excitement shook : Bring to our sight the pris'ners ta'en < Upon the bloody battle plain . ' Swift at his word the captive throng , With threat and scourge , were driv'n along , And stood before the conq'ror's throne ...
... voice , which wild excitement shook : Bring to our sight the pris'ners ta'en < Upon the bloody battle plain . ' Swift at his word the captive throng , With threat and scourge , were driv'n along , And stood before the conq'ror's throne ...
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... voice . Starting back with affright , and be- lieving it to be her spirit , he crossed himself , and invoking her to depart , went hastily out of the room , vowing to have more masses and alms offered up for the repose of her soul ...
... voice . Starting back with affright , and be- lieving it to be her spirit , he crossed himself , and invoking her to depart , went hastily out of the room , vowing to have more masses and alms offered up for the repose of her soul ...
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... voice , and because she was in a great measure prepared for the alteration . He wore a plain riding - dress , and looked , as he was , a gentleman . The window was but a short distance from the ground ; and by means of a garden ladder ...
... voice , and because she was in a great measure prepared for the alteration . He wore a plain riding - dress , and looked , as he was , a gentleman . The window was but a short distance from the ground ; and by means of a garden ladder ...
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... 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 wear a brighter hue , And the summer sky has a deeper blue , And the ...
... 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 wear a brighter hue , And the summer sky has a deeper blue , And the ...
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... voice whose melody sounded as the murmurs of a lake , awakened into life by the soft breathings of an evening summer , and with eyes , like stars ever and anon peeping from their resting - places , shedding their brilliant light upon ...
... voice whose melody sounded as the murmurs of a lake , awakened into life by the soft breathings of an evening summer , and with eyes , like stars ever and anon peeping from their resting - places , shedding their brilliant light upon ...
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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...