The Stranger: A Literary Paper ..., Volume 1John Cook, 1813 - 424 pages |
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... soul serene More than the joys of Fancy born ; While Fancy's brilliant spells beguil'd , They heeded not life's gathering storms , Nor saw , while youth and rapture smil❜d , Pale grief and disappointment's forms . But just as heaven ...
... soul serene More than the joys of Fancy born ; While Fancy's brilliant spells beguil'd , They heeded not life's gathering storms , Nor saw , while youth and rapture smil❜d , Pale grief and disappointment's forms . But just as heaven ...
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... soul of youth . And now , they ask not to be blest , They court no ' beam but that of peace , To light them to that home of rest , Where all life's little tempests cease . T. C. B. SELECTED . THE TEAR , BY THOMAS CAMPBELL , ESQ . I TALK ...
... soul of youth . And now , they ask not to be blest , They court no ' beam but that of peace , To light them to that home of rest , Where all life's little tempests cease . T. C. B. SELECTED . THE TEAR , BY THOMAS CAMPBELL , ESQ . I TALK ...
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... soul beaming eye , And heaving perhaps still too ardent a sigh , Survey thee with chastened desire . Oh ! come then , and give me , dear maiden , thy charms , For life is , alas , on the wing ; Our summer ere long will be fled ; in ...
... soul beaming eye , And heaving perhaps still too ardent a sigh , Survey thee with chastened desire . Oh ! come then , and give me , dear maiden , thy charms , For life is , alas , on the wing ; Our summer ere long will be fled ; in ...
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... souls that tempt thy faithless heav'n , Where hope's warm cheek grows pale with fear , And sorrow's swells with rapture's tear . Sooner , shall drooping summer flower Shrink from the soft , refreshing shower , Or hungry " falcon spare ...
... souls that tempt thy faithless heav'n , Where hope's warm cheek grows pale with fear , And sorrow's swells with rapture's tear . Sooner , shall drooping summer flower Shrink from the soft , refreshing shower , Or hungry " falcon spare ...
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... soul flies , And death stills the heart's last emotion , Oh ! then may the seraph of mercy arise , Like a star on Eternity's ocean ! THE EMIGRANTS ' GRAVE . BY WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER , ESQ . " Why mourn ye ? Why strew ye , those ...
... soul flies , And death stills the heart's last emotion , Oh ! then may the seraph of mercy arise , Like a star on Eternity's ocean ! THE EMIGRANTS ' GRAVE . BY WILLIAM ROBERT SPENCER , ESQ . " Why mourn ye ? Why strew ye , those ...
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Page 139 - When at length Hyder Ali found that he had to do with men who either would sign no convention, or whom no treaty, and no signature could bind, and who were the determined enemies of human intercourse itself, he decreed to make the country possessed by these incorrigible and predestinated criminals...
Page 108 - Proud prelate, I understand you are backward in complying with your agreement : but I would have you know, that I, who made you what you are, can unmake you ; and if you do not forthwith fulfil your engagement, by God I will immediately unfrock you. Yours, as you demean yourself, Elizabeth.
Page 284 - Gul in her bloom; Where the citron and olive are fairest of fruit, And the voice of the nightingale never is mute: Where the tints of the earth, and the hues of the sky, In color though varied, in beauty may vie...
Page 411 - The Hag. THE hag is astride This night for to ride, The devil and she together ; Through thick and through thin, Now out and then in, Though ne'er so foul be the weather. A thorn or a burr She takes for a spur ; With a lash of a bramble she rides now, Through brakes and through briars, O'er ditches and mires, She follows the spirit that guides now.
Page 140 - A storm of universal fire blasted every field, consumed every house, destroyed every temple. The miserable inhabitants, flying from their flaming villages, in part were slaughtered ; others, without regard to sex, to age, to the respect of rank, or sacredness of function, fathers torn from children, husbands from wives, enveloped in a whirlwind of cavalry, and amidst the goading spears of drivers, and the trampling of pursuing horses, were swept into captivity in an unknown and hostile land.
Page 139 - Arcot, he drew from every quarter whatever a savage ferocity could add to his new rudiments in the arts of destruction ; and compounding all the materials of fury, havock, and desolation, into one black cloud, he hung for a while on the declivities of the mountains. Whilst the authors of all these evils were idly and stupidly gazing on this menacing meteor, which blackened all their horizon, it suddenly burst, and poured down the whole of its contents upon the plains of the Carnatic.
Page 158 - Though singularity and pride Be call'd our choice, we'll step aside, Nor join the giddy dance. From the gay world we'll oft retire To our own family and fire, Where love our hours employs ; No noisy neighbour enters here, No intermeddling stranger near, To spoil our heart-felt joys..
Page 138 - Here, Hermes, says Jove, who with nectar was mellow, Go fetch me some clay— I will make an odd fellow: Right and wrong shall be jumbled, much gold and some dross, Without cause be he...
Page 159 - Dear Chloe, this is wisdom's part, This is that incense of the heart, Whose fragrance smells to Heaven.
Page 208 - I called it forth, and drew it into your service, a hardy and intrepid race of men ! men, who, when left by your jealousy, became a prey to the artifices of your enemies, and had gone nigh to have overturned the state in the war before the last. These men, in the last war, were brought to combat on your side ; they served with fidelity, as they fought with valour, and conquered for you in every part of the world.