 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice — his children but here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. • 16. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon,... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; his children— but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part...which was alternately his chair and bed : a little calendar of small sticks lay at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 Seiten
...that time— nor had the voice of friends or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children— He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the further corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed; a little calendar of small... | |
 | Esq. J. B. (Barrister-at-Law.), John Bill - 1850 - 586 Seiten
...nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice;—his children * * * * * * * * He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw...which was alternately his chair and bed. A little calendar of small sticks was laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 Seiten
...the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice. His children But here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced to go on with another part...sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed ; a little calendar of small... | |
 | John White - 1850 - 192 Seiten
...manifestly impossible let him enjoy his beloved happiness. His children but here my heart began to bleed and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait Nature instantly ebbed again the film returned to its place the pulse fluttered stopped went on throbbed... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; his children — but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part...which was alternately his chair and bed; a little calendar of small sticks lay at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights he had passed... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but here my heart began to cellent subjects for turning a penny ; To write upon...author's sole chance For attaining at last the least : l little calendar of small sticks lay at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and nights... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1851 - 360 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice :—his children —Bat here my heart began to bleed— and I was forced to go on with another part...sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternotely his chair and bed : a little calendar of small... | |
 | Abraham Mills - 1851 - 616 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; his children—but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part...sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the further corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed: a little calender of small... | |
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... his children — But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. 
