The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... wandering outcast race know poverty . He was in trouble ; ' twas enough - he was poor in defence , not in courage ; he was old , and his silver locks , whatever his religion , should have suffered him to pass unmolested . His long ...
... wandering outcast race know poverty . He was in trouble ; ' twas enough - he was poor in defence , not in courage ; he was old , and his silver locks , whatever his religion , should have suffered him to pass unmolested . His long ...
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... wandering far away , O'er foreign land , and distant sea , Remembrance oft will gladly stray To that fond home that sheltered thee ! And oft , at night's more solemn tide , Beneath the moon's pale silver beam , Will memory's stream ...
... wandering far away , O'er foreign land , and distant sea , Remembrance oft will gladly stray To that fond home that sheltered thee ! And oft , at night's more solemn tide , Beneath the moon's pale silver beam , Will memory's stream ...
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... are low , The passing hind shall stand and gaze , While soft those waters flow Through crumbling heaps and hillocks green ; Or , wandering o'er the wasted scene , With thoughtful pace , and slow , Shall ask what 92 ODE TO THE THAMES .
... are low , The passing hind shall stand and gaze , While soft those waters flow Through crumbling heaps and hillocks green ; Or , wandering o'er the wasted scene , With thoughtful pace , and slow , Shall ask what 92 ODE TO THE THAMES .
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... wandering footsteps roam , My thoughts flow back to my native home My fancy loves o'er its scenes to dwell , By each mountain - stream , and each fern clad well , ' Neath its darkling woods where the wild deer roam 118 THE CONDE LUCANOR .
... wandering footsteps roam , My thoughts flow back to my native home My fancy loves o'er its scenes to dwell , By each mountain - stream , and each fern clad well , ' Neath its darkling woods where the wild deer roam 118 THE CONDE LUCANOR .
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... wandering mad Mary the bouquets of her fancy ; they may teach thee a lesson , the maxims of which thou wilt ever remember . Such , such is the history of Mary the Maniac . STANZAS . F. C. N. Our fathers - where are they ? and the ...
... wandering mad Mary the bouquets of her fancy ; they may teach thee a lesson , the maxims of which thou wilt ever remember . Such , such is the history of Mary the Maniac . STANZAS . F. C. N. Our fathers - where are they ? and the ...
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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...