The Pocket MagazineJames Robins, 1828 |
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... village , about a mile and a half to its rear , formed the sole attractive objects . During the time they remained in this encampment , the troops suffered greatly from the hot winds , and smothering blinding clouds of sand , which ...
... village , about a mile and a half to its rear , formed the sole attractive objects . During the time they remained in this encampment , the troops suffered greatly from the hot winds , and smothering blinding clouds of sand , which ...
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... village where they were to encamp before them . The date groves , towers , huts , and transparent springs , and even camels laden with water , appeared to be coming out to meet them . Alas ! it was only their vivid imaginations painted ...
... village where they were to encamp before them . The date groves , towers , huts , and transparent springs , and even camels laden with water , appeared to be coming out to meet them . Alas ! it was only their vivid imaginations painted ...
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... village in a state of demolition and desertion , from a recent visit of the enemy , they at length approached the town and strong hold of these brave but unfortunate people . Here the place of Captain Thompson's defeat presented itself ...
... village in a state of demolition and desertion , from a recent visit of the enemy , they at length approached the town and strong hold of these brave but unfortunate people . Here the place of Captain Thompson's defeat presented itself ...
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... village of Alliére , in Provence . It had been the custom for years , many more than the memory of any inhabitant of the country could remember , to hold a sort of rustic revel under this name , where the fairest and most virtuous of ...
... village of Alliére , in Provence . It had been the custom for years , many more than the memory of any inhabitant of the country could remember , to hold a sort of rustic revel under this name , where the fairest and most virtuous of ...
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... village girls like one of them . The peasants were all in their best clothes , and in the frank hilarity of the moment no stranger could have told which of them was gentle and which simple . On a throne of turf strewn with flowers , on ...
... village girls like one of them . The peasants were all in their best clothes , and in the frank hilarity of the moment no stranger could have told which of them was gentle and which simple . On a throne of turf strewn with flowers , on ...
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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...