Chambers's Miscellany of Useful and Entertaining Tracts, Volume 10, Issue 87 - Volume 12, Issue 111William Chambers, Robert Chambers William and Robert Chambers, 1846 - Art |
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... poor market - woman was in great distress in con- sequence of two boys having rudely overturned her basket of eggs , he ran home for his small box of savings , and poured the whole contents into her lap . On another occasion , observing ...
... poor market - woman was in great distress in con- sequence of two boys having rudely overturned her basket of eggs , he ran home for his small box of savings , and poured the whole contents into her lap . On another occasion , observing ...
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... poor flock when they had the misfortune to break any of their utensils . They were without ready money to purchase them , and they were obliged to lose much time in going to a distance to obtain them . To put an end to this evil , he ...
... poor flock when they had the misfortune to break any of their utensils . They were without ready money to purchase them , and they were obliged to lose much time in going to a distance to obtain them . To put an end to this evil , he ...
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... poor population ; from his own income , which was never above 1000 francs ( L.40 ) annually , and already burdened with many claims , he could also derive little assistance . There were no landed gentry to whom he could apply ; but , as ...
... poor population ; from his own income , which was never above 1000 francs ( L.40 ) annually , and already burdened with many claims , he could also derive little assistance . There were no landed gentry to whom he could apply ; but , as ...
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... poor man's packet of goods on his back , he led him from the scene of tumult , and did not quit him till he was placed beyond the reach of danger . At all times his house was open as a place of refuge to the persecuted or distressed ...
... poor man's packet of goods on his back , he led him from the scene of tumult , and did not quit him till he was placed beyond the reach of danger . At all times his house was open as a place of refuge to the persecuted or distressed ...
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... poor- all ; yes , monsieur , all ! When you see his house , don't expect to see anything very glorious . Leaving the low country , and ascending the valleys of the Stein- thal , the visitors were at every turn delighted with the ...
... poor- all ; yes , monsieur , all ! When you see his house , don't expect to see anything very glorious . Leaving the low country , and ascending the valleys of the Stein- thal , the visitors were at every turn delighted with the ...
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Page 4 - I seem to have lived my childhood o'er again ; To have renewed the joys that once were mine, Without the sin of violating thine : And, while the wings of Fancy still are free, And I can view this mimic show of thee, Time has but half succeeded in his theft — Thyself removed, thy power to soothe me left.
Page 8 - THE way was long, the wind was cold, The Minstrel was infirm and old; His withered cheek, and tresses gray, Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry...
Page 9 - CALL it not vain: — they do not err, Who say that when the poet dies Mute Nature mourns her worshipper And celebrates his obsequies; Who say tall cliff and cavern lone For the departed bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill; That flowers in tears of balm distil; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks in deeper groan reply, 10 And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 12 - And thus unto the youth she said, That drove them to the Bell, " This shall be yours, when you bring back My husband safe and well." The youth did ride, and soon did meet John coming back amain — Whom in a trice he tried to stop, By catching at his rein; But not performing what he meant, And gladly would have done, The frighted steed he frighted more, And made him faster run. Away went Gilpin, and away Went post-boy at his heels, The post-boy's horse right glad to miss The lumb'ring of the wheels.
Page 6 - O Caledonia ! stern and wild, Meet nurse for a poetic child ! Land of brown heath and shaggy wood, Land of the mountain and the flood, Land of my sires ? What mortal hand Can e'er untie the filial band That knits me to thy rugged strand...
Page 5 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go, mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, — Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Page 13 - Nor rural sights alone, but rural sounds Exhilarate the spirit, and restore The tone of languid nature. Mighty winds, That sweep the skirt of some far-spreading wood Of ancient growth, make music not unlike The dash of Ocean on his winding shore...
Page 9 - And it came to pass, when David had made an end of speaking these words unto Saul, that Saul said, Is this thy voice, my son David ? And Saul lifted up his voice, and wept.
Page 11 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile I see, The same that oft in childhood solaced me ; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, " Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away!