Sharpe's London magazine, a journal of entertainment and instruction. [entitled] Sharpe's London journal. [entitled] Sharpe's London magazine, conducted by mrs. S.C. Hall, Том 1Anna Maria Hall |
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... child , whose monotonous wailing certainly was no anodyne to those who courted repose . My first impression , upon looking around me , was to wonder how we got into our cosy little creek , and many were my spe- culations as to which was ...
... child , whose monotonous wailing certainly was no anodyne to those who courted repose . My first impression , upon looking around me , was to wonder how we got into our cosy little creek , and many were my spe- culations as to which was ...
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... children's children , that I thought at one time I must have left him , for I had no power over the young ; long , indeed , might he have withstood me , had it not been for Puretos , who drew away the chil- dren , and then thy servant ...
... children's children , that I thought at one time I must have left him , for I had no power over the young ; long , indeed , might he have withstood me , had it not been for Puretos , who drew away the chil- dren , and then thy servant ...
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... children had children born to them , and then he became young again , and he thought of me no more . He might not have been in the roll to - day , O king , had it not been that Puretos killed the children , and then I brought away the ...
... children had children born to them , and then he became young again , and he thought of me no more . He might not have been in the roll to - day , O king , had it not been that Puretos killed the children , and then I brought away the ...
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... children , and , as she tasted but little food , she was very weak . There was great gain , however , in her death , though she was so poor ; for , two days after she died , the master for whom she laboured , not having re- ceived his ...
... children , and , as she tasted but little food , she was very weak . There was great gain , however , in her death , though she was so poor ; for , two days after she died , the master for whom she laboured , not having re- ceived his ...
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... child , O Death ! " said he ; " I never gave thee leave to keep her here so long . Have I not written much in thy praise ; then why requite me by stealing my only joy ? " Then he listened , but no one answered ; and he cried out again ...
... child , O Death ! " said he ; " I never gave thee leave to keep her here so long . Have I not written much in thy praise ; then why requite me by stealing my only joy ? " Then he listened , but no one answered ; and he cried out again ...
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Сторінка 182 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Сторінка 40 - Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful. But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and in his law doth he meditate day and night.
Сторінка 281 - He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say, Lord, what music hast thou provided for the Saints in Heaven, when thou affordest bad men such music on Earth...
Сторінка 23 - A THING of beauty is a joy for ever : Its loveliness increases ; it will never Pass into nothingness ; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Сторінка 173 - The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which all Europe rings from side to side. This thought might lead me through the world's vain mask Content though blind, had I no better guide.
Сторінка 173 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 366 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine ; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of Nature's works to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 241 - Thy people shall be willing in the day of thy power, in the beauties of holiness from the womb of the morning : thou hast the dew of thy youth.
Сторінка 40 - Methinks I hear some of you say, Must a Man afford himself no Leisure? I will tell thee, my friend, what Poor Richard says, Employ thy Time well, if thou meanest to gain Leisure; and, since thou art not sure of a Minute, throw not away an Hour.
Сторінка 369 - Embattled in her field ; and the humble shrub, And bush with frizzled hair implicit : last Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemm'd Their blossoms : with high woods the hills were crown'd ; With tufts the valleys and each fountain side ; With borders long the rivers...