 ... 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 towards the door, then cast it down, — shook his head, and went on with...  The British Essayists: Knox's essays - Pàgina 171editat per - 1823Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | English instructor - 1801 - 272 pàgines
...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...a deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1802 - 284 pàgines
...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 deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul — I burst into tears— I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn —... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1803 - 332 pàgines
...description of a captive. " 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...unequal to the task of advancing the style of pathos t« its highest perfection, and wught assistance of the Mile. 1 is easy to set that th« -writer of... | |
 | Jean Siffrein Maury - 1807 - 298 pàgines
...the first order ' of fine forms. Affliction had touched her looks with some' thing that was scarce earthly, and so much was there about ' her of all...sigh. I saw the iron enter into his soul.? — It ' would be easy to adduce many other instances, in which a ' writer, who eminently excelled in the... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 pàgines
...his head, and went on wit\ his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned hie body to lay his little stick upon the bundle — He...a deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1810 - 292 pàgines
...another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeles eye towards the door, then cast it down — shook...deep sigh. — I saw the iron enter into his soul. — I burst into tears. — I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn.... | |
 | Benjamin West - 1820 - 70 pàgines
...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 deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul I burst into tears 1 could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn. "—Sterne's... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 pàgines
...cast it down — shook his •head — and went on w'ith his work of affliction. heard liis'chains upon his legs,' as he turned his body to lay his little...a deep sigh— I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears. I could not sustain the picture of couf.ncincnt which Hiy fancy had drawn. XT.... | |
 | William Scott - 1817 - 416 pàgines
...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....a deep sigh— I saw the iron enter into his soul. I burst into tears. I could not sustain the picture of confinement which my fancy had drawn. XL—... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1819 - 426 pàgines
...work of afFiirtion. I heard his chains upon his legs, as he turned his body to lay his little sticks 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 of confinement which my fancy had drawn.... | |
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