 | Antoine Alexandre Boniface - 1842 - 224 páginas
...these little sticks in his hand, and, with a rusty nail, he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye toward the door, then cast it down—shook his head, and went on (2) with his work of affliction. I... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to exhausted by himself, and debased by imitators, formed...Chaucer ere he could find so knightly and chivalrous a »tick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh : I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the litilc orn up by the roots, and lie prostrat« on the earth...divine justice, and in some degree submit to it. But ал he turned his body to lay his little nick upon the bundle. He g»ve a deep sigh: 1 saw the iron... | |
 | John Wilson - 1844 - 142 páginas
...but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. . . As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up...head and went on with his work of affliction. — I recollect, with the tenderest emotion, the scenes of pleasure I have passed among them but we shall... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 páginas
...these little sticks in his hands, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery, to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he...hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, and shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs as he... | |
 | 1854 - 444 páginas
...these Hi tie sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he...hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs as he turned his body to... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 páginas
...sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. 17. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up...lay his little stick upon the bundle — He gave a deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 páginas
...rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light ho had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door,...lay his little stick upon the bundle — He gave a deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 páginas
...in his h'and, and, with a rusty n'ail, he was etching another da'y of mi'sery/ to ad'd to the hVap. As I darkened the little li'ght/ he h'ad, he lifted...his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his leg's/ as he turned his bo'dy/ to lay his little sti'ck upon the bu'ndle — He gave a deep sig'h —... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 páginas
...these little sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he...to lay his little stick upon the bundle. He gave a deep sigh; I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears; I could not sustain the picture... | |
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As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down. — shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little stick upon the... 
