 | Solomon Hodgson - 1806 - 362 str.
...fticks in his hand ; and, with a rufty nail, was etching another day of mifery, to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopelefs eye towards the door — then caft it down — fhook his head — and went on with his work... | |
 | 1806 - 360 str.
...little fticks in his hand; and, with a rufty nai^ was etching another day of mifery, to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopelefs eye towards the door—then caft it down —fhook his head—and went on with his work of... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 str.
...sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another clay of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the dear, then cast it down — shook his head, and went on wit\ his work of affliction. I heard his chains... | |
 | Laurence Sterne - 1810 - 292 str.
...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 hopeles eye towards the door, then cast it down — shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction.... | |
 | Benjamin West - 1820 - 70 str.
...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...his little stick upon the bundle He gave a deep sigh — I saw the iron enter into his soul I burst into tears 1 could not sustain the picture of confinement... | |
 | Increase Cooke - 1811 - 428 str.
...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 cloor, then cast it down—shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1812 - 312 str.
...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...little stick upon the bundle — He gave a deep sigh — I saw the iron enter his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture of confinement... | |
 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 str.
...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...•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 stick upon the bundle.' He... | |
 | Dugald Stewart - 1814 - 528 str.
...his hand, and with a rusty nail he wa» " etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As f " darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless...head, '' and went on with his work of affliction." The foregoing observations may account, in part, for the effect which exhibitions of fictitious distress... | |
 | James M'Donald - 1815 - 170 str.
....little sticks in his hand, and with a rust/nail he v,-as.elching^anotherdayofmiseryto add to the heap As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eyetowards the door, then cast it down — shook his head, and went, on with his work of affliction.... | |
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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... 
