The Poetical and Prose Writings of James LinenW. J. Widdleton, 1865 - 429 páginas |
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... human wreck ? Basely has she been dishonored by some vile seducer's art , And within her bosom beats there still a warm but broken heart ? Is it that the light of reason , like some fugitive , has fled , And has left her all bewildered ...
... human wreck ? Basely has she been dishonored by some vile seducer's art , And within her bosom beats there still a warm but broken heart ? Is it that the light of reason , like some fugitive , has fled , And has left her all bewildered ...
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... human heart to try . “ Like a frost - nipped flower she languished — nursed a passion unrevealed , Till her sighs and growing paleness showed the pangs her heart concealed ; And when urged to tell the hidden cause , her brief reply was ...
... human heart to try . “ Like a frost - nipped flower she languished — nursed a passion unrevealed , Till her sighs and growing paleness showed the pangs her heart concealed ; And when urged to tell the hidden cause , her brief reply was ...
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... human will direct ; Change sounds of chains to church - bell chimes ; Thy sceptre , Faith , protect . Thy temples build on every height ; Dash idols to the ground ; That mankind , basking in thy light , May worshippers be found ...
... human will direct ; Change sounds of chains to church - bell chimes ; Thy sceptre , Faith , protect . Thy temples build on every height ; Dash idols to the ground ; That mankind , basking in thy light , May worshippers be found ...
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... Humanity shudders at horrors so strange , And deep are the breathings of burning Revenge : Bold Courage still lingers , mild Mercy hath fled , And Freedom weeps mournfully over the dead . O Scotland ! though dark be the page of thy ...
... Humanity shudders at horrors so strange , And deep are the breathings of burning Revenge : Bold Courage still lingers , mild Mercy hath fled , And Freedom weeps mournfully over the dead . O Scotland ! though dark be the page of thy ...
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... for a trip on the home - bound ship , That bears to the East rich golden bars ! A load hurrah ! for her human freight , - One louder still for the Stripes and Stars ? The Coquette . ' VE been such a fool all THE HOMEWARD TRIP . 67.
... for a trip on the home - bound ship , That bears to the East rich golden bars ! A load hurrah ! for her human freight , - One louder still for the Stripes and Stars ? The Coquette . ' VE been such a fool all THE HOMEWARD TRIP . 67.
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ages altars Anahuac ancient auld Aztec Babieca Babylon banners beauty behold blessings blood bonnie borrow bosom brave brow burning burst-burst Christian Cortez crown dark death divine dreams earth Egypt eyes fair faith fathers feel flowers fools forever frae freedom friends gallant gloom glory golden golden calf grand grave hath haughty heart heaven Hebrews hinnie holy honor human idolatry illustrious Israel Israelites Jamaica king land light living Lord Mary mind monarch Moses mountains ne'er never o'er pass Pharaoh Philistines poet Pollywog poor pride priests prophet proud proudly race rapture Red Sea reign renown ruins sacred seen shine sing smiles Solomon songs soul Spirit of Inquiry stood sweet sword tears temple Temple of Herod Temple of Solomon thee thou thousand throne tribes truth Verily virtue waters weary weeping wild Wilderness of Sin wonder worship Zerubbabel
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Página 395 - They never fail who die In a great cause : the block may soak their gore ; Their heads may sodden in the sun ; their limbs Be strung to city gates and castle walls — But still their spirit walks abroad. Though years Elapse, and others share as dark a doom, They but augment the deep and sweeping thoughts Which overpower all others, and conduct The world at last to freedom.
Página 359 - It was at Rome, on the loth of October, 1764, as I sat musing amidst the ruins of the Capitol, while the bare-footed friars were singing vespers in the temple of Jupiter,* that the idea of writing the decline and fall of the city first started to rny mind.
Página 361 - I had been for some days skulking from covert to covert, under all the terrors of a jail; as some ill-advised people had uncoupled the merciless pack of the law at my heels. I had taken the last farewell of my few friends; my chest was on the road to Greenock; I had composed the last song I should ever measure in Caledonia — "The Gloomy Night Is Gathering Fast,
Página 379 - And what are we That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side? Yea, what is all the riot man can make In his short life to thy unceasing roar? And yet, bold babbler, what art thou to HIM Who drowned a world and heaped the waters far Above its loftiest mountains?— a light wave That breaks and whispers of its Maker's might.
Página 416 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin...
Página 318 - And the house, when it was in building, was built of stone made ready before it was brought thither : so that there was neither hammer nor axe nor any tool of iron heard in the house, while it was in building.
Página 355 - Thus saith the Lord God; Behold, I am against thee, Pharaoh king of Egypt, the great dragon that lieth in the midst of his rivers, which hath said, My river is mine own, and I have made it for myself.
Página 275 - And the mixed multitude that was among them fell a lusting: and the children of Israel also wept again, and said, "Who shall give us flesh to eat? We remember the fish, which we did eat in Egypt freely; the cucumbers, and the melons, and the leeks, and the onions, and the garlick: But now our soul is dried away: there is nothing at all, beside this manna, before our eyes.
Página 377 - Age. Admirably executed was the weeping Virgin, reclining on a broken column, upon which lay the Book of Constitutions. In her left hand she held the Pot of Incense, the Masonic emblem of a pure heart, and in her uplifted right hand a sprig of acacia, the beautiful emblem of the immortality of the soul.
Página 360 - I devoted to them. I found besides a work of De Foe's, entitled ' An Essay on Projects,' from which, perhaps, I derived impressions that have since influenced some of the principal events of my life.