 | John Wilson - 1844 - 142 str.
...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...head and went on with his work of affliction. — I recollect, with the tenderest emotion, the scenes of pleasure I have passed among them but we shall... | |
 | Samuel Maunder - 1844 - 544 str.
...sticks in his hands, 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...hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, and shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his legs as he... | |
 | Jesse Olney - 1845 - 348 str.
...sticks in his hand, and with a rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. 17. 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 into his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture of... | |
 | General reciter - 1845 - 348 str.
...rusty nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light ho had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door,...little stick 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... | |
 | John Hall Hindmarsh - 1845 - 464 str.
...in his h'and, and, with a rusty n'ail, he was etching another da'y of mi'sery/ to ad'd to the hVap. As I darkened the little li'ght/ he h'ad, he lifted...his work of affliction. I heard his chains upon his leg's/ as he turned his bo'dy/ to lay his little sti'ck upon the bu'ndle — He gave a deep sig'h —... | |
 | Bits - 1847 - 88 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 into his soul. I burst into tears; I could not sustain the picture of confinement... | |
 | Thomas King Greenbank - 1849 - 446 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...lay his little stick 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... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 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 into his soul — I burst into tears — I could not sustain the picture of... | |
 | Esq. J. B. (Barrister-at-Law.), John Bill - 1850 - 586 str.
...sticks in his hands, 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...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... | |
 | Arethusa Hall - 1851 - 422 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 into his soul. I burst into tears; I could not sustain the picture of confinement... | |
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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... 
