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Página 173 - Fair laughs the Morn, and soft the Zephyr blows, While, proudly riding o'er the azure realm, In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes, Youth at the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway. That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 153 - ... he looked perpendicularly down on a hollow where the dark knots of cypress seemed, by the dim light of early morning, which threatened storms, to represent groups of supernatural beings in funereal habits; and over them he saw, slowly sailing amid the mist that arose from the swamp, two or three of the birds which had so disturbed him.
Página 78 - Mrs. Rayland expressed more surprise than concern at this information : accustomed, from early impressions, to high ideas of the military glory of her ancestors, and considering the Americans as rebels and round-heads, to conquer them seemed to her to be not only a national cause, but one in which her family were particularly bound to engage.
Página 119 - Several nations of savages were induced to take up arms as allies to his Britannic Majesty. Not only the humanity, but the policy of employing them was questioned in Great Britain. The opposers of it contended, that Indians were capricious, inconstant, and intractable; their rapacity insatiate, and their actions cruel and barbarous.
Página 119 - ... (events terrible enough, God knows!), are entreated to recollect how much the exploits of this expedition (even as related by our own historian) exceed any thing that happened on the 10th of August, the 2d of September, or at any one period of the execrated Revolution in France — and.
Página 119 - ... circumstances, every appearance of lenity, by inciting to disobedience, and thereby increasing the objects of punishment, was eventual cruelty. In their opinion, partial severity was general mercy ; and the only method of speedily crushing the rebellion was to envelope its abettors in such complicated distress, as by rendering their situation intolerable, would make them willing to accept the proffered blessings of peace.
Página 251 - ... lost his limb in the service of what is called his country, that is, in fighting the battles of its politicians ; and having been deprived of his leg to preserve the balance of Europe, has not found in the usual asylum a place of rest, to make him such amends as can be made for * Goldimith't Deserted Village.
Página 118 - After he is out of it, Mrs. Smith talks of the Americans' . . . fighting in defence of their liberties (of all those rights which his campaign as a British officer had not made him forget were the most sacred to an Englishman...
Página 104 - God ! can it be thy will that mankind should thus tear each other to pieces with more ferocity than the beasts of the wilderness ? Can it be thy dispensation that kings are entrusted with power only to deform thy works — and in learning politics to forget humanity ? Orlando, embarked in a cause of...
Página 242 - Hush'd is the hamlet now, and faintly gleam The dying embers, from the casement low Of the thatch'd cottage; while the Moon's wan beam Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow — O'er the cold waste, amid the freezing night, Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray; For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light Leads to no happy home; my weary way Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care: I only fly from doubt — to meet despair!