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الصفحة 36
... door after I bought it , and ate it very heartily , and begged some beer to drink with it , which the good woman gave me very freely . Away I went then for the town , to see if I could find any of my com- panions , and resolved I would ...
... door after I bought it , and ate it very heartily , and begged some beer to drink with it , which the good woman gave me very freely . Away I went then for the town , to see if I could find any of my com- panions , and resolved I would ...
الصفحة 37
... door . 66 Well , young gentleman , " says a man that stood at the door , " you look wishfully ; do you see anything you like , and will your pocket compass a good coat now ? for you look as if you belonged to the ragged regiment . ' I ...
... door . 66 Well , young gentleman , " says a man that stood at the door , " you look wishfully ; do you see anything you like , and will your pocket compass a good coat now ? for you look as if you belonged to the ragged regiment . ' I ...
الصفحة 49
... door of a lone cottage , into which he was admitted by an old woman , who , understanding he was a bewildered traveller , received him with great hospitality . When he learned from his hostess that there was not another house within ...
... door of a lone cottage , into which he was admitted by an old woman , who , understanding he was a bewildered traveller , received him with great hospitality . When he learned from his hostess that there was not another house within ...
الصفحة 50
... door on the outside . Fathom , whose own principles taught him to be suspicious , and ever on his guard against the treachery of his fellow - creatures , could have dispensed with this instance of her care , in confining her guest to ...
... door on the outside . Fathom , whose own principles taught him to be suspicious , and ever on his guard against the treachery of his fellow - creatures , could have dispensed with this instance of her care , in confining her guest to ...
الصفحة 51
... door was softly opened ; he saw the shadow of two men stalking towards the bed ; a dark lanthorn being unshrouded , directed their aim to the supposed sleeper ; and he that held it thrust a poinard to his heart ; the force of the blow ...
... door was softly opened ; he saw the shadow of two men stalking towards the bed ; a dark lanthorn being unshrouded , directed their aim to the supposed sleeper ; and he that held it thrust a poinard to his heart ; the force of the blow ...
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الصفحة 56 - Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend.
الصفحة 92 - 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 t,he same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is ? If you prick us, do we not bleed ? if you tickle us, do we not laugh ? if you poison us, do we not die ? and if you wrong) us, shall we not revenge i if we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that.
الصفحة 75 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays: Hope "springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There, ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
الصفحة 60 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
الصفحة 75 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
الصفحة 119 - Hovered thy spirit o'er thy sorrowing son, Wretch even then, life's journey just begun ? Perhaps thou gavest me, though unfelt, a kiss ; Perhaps a tear, if souls can weep in bliss ; Ah, that maternal smile, it answers yes...
الصفحة 27 - Standing, with reluctant feet, Where the brook and river meet, Womanhood and childhood fleet! Gazing, with a timid glance, On the brooklet's swift advance, On the river's broad expanse ! Deep and still, that gliding stream Beautiful to thee must seem, As the river of a dream. Then why pause with indecision, When bright angels in thy vision Beckon thee to fields Elysian...
الصفحة 24 - In a drear-nighted December Too happy, happy Tree Thy branches ne'er remember Their green felicity : The north cannot undo them With a sleety whistle through them, Nor frozen thawings glue them From budding at the prime.
الصفحة 59 - MY JO. JOHN Anderson my jo, John, When we were first acquent ; Your locks were like the raven, Your bonnie brow was brent ; But now your brow is beld, John Your locks are like the snaw ; But blessings on your frosty pow, John Anderson my jo. John Anderson my jo, John, We clamb the hill thegither ; And mony a canty day, John, We've had wi...
الصفحة 119 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot, But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot.