 | 1840 - 728 pàgines
...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." He does go on with the details of a picture, which many, who can think of prisons full of captives without... | |
 | Thomas Cogswell Upham - 1841 - 474 pàgines
...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." CHAPTER XV. COMPLEX IDEAS OF INTERNAL ORIGIN. $ 321. Of complex ideas of external origin. IT will be... | |
 | Antoine Alexandre Boniface - 1842 - 224 pàgines
...of a friend or kinsman hreathed through his lattice. His children—But here my heart hegan to hleed —and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground—upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon, (1) To distract, emharrasser.... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pàgines
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; hie children — but here my heart ln'iMii to And drowsy tiuklings lull the comer of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed : a little calendar of small sticks lay... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 pàgines
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pàgines
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but here my heart began to as to behold ettaw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately his chair and bed : a little calendar... | |
 | 1854 - 444 pàgines
...Dr. Chalmer's Astron. Dig. contrast with the foregoing, and illustrate the idea we are considering: " He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon : a little calendar of small sticks was laid at the head, notched all over with the dismal days and... | |
 | John Wilson - 1844 - 142 pàgines
...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 of the portrait. . . As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door then cast it... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 pàgines
...of frie'nd or ki'nsman/ breathed through his lattice. His chi'ldren — But here my heart began to bleed — and I was forced to go on with another part...sitting upon the gro'und/ upon a little st'raw, in the farthest corner of his dun'geon, which wa's/ alte'rnately/* his chair and be'd: a little calendar of... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 pàgines
...the voice of friend or kinsman breathed tbrough 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... | |
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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. 
