 | John Wilson - 1844 - 142 Seiten
...all that time; nor had 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 Seiten
...voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice; hie children — but here my heart ln'iMii t, And drowsy tiuklings lull the sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the furthest comer of his dungeon, which was alternately... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 Seiten
...— no'r/ had the voice 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 of the portrait. He was sitting upon the gro'und/ upon a little st'raw, in the farthest corner of his dun'geon, which wa's/... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 Seiten
...that time — nor had 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 of the portrait. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 Seiten
...that time — nor had 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. • 16. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon,... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 Seiten
...that time, nor had 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. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the furthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately... | |
 | 1848 - 468 Seiten
...comrades all that time ; nor had the voice of Cuffey breathed through his lattice ; his creditors But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on to another part of the portrait. lie was sitting on the ground in his corduroys, in the furthest corner... | |
 | 1848 - 396 Seiten
...comrades all that time ; nor had the voice of Cuffey breathed through his lattice ; his creditors But here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on to another part of the portrait. He was sitting on the ground in his corduroys, in the furthest corner... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 Seiten
...that time — nor had 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. He was sitting upon the ground upon a little straw, in the farthest corner of his dungeon, which was alternately... | |
 | John White - 1850 - 192 Seiten
...really to doubt of it is 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... | |
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Upon looking nearer, I saw him pale and. feverish; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood — he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice — his children... 
