The Soldier's Orphan: a Tale

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Longman, Hurst, Rees, and Orme, 1809
 

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Seite 82 - But who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side : The lowing herd ; the sheepfold's simple bell ; The pipe of early shepherd dim descried In the lone valley ; echoing far and wide The clamorous horn along the cliffs above ; The hollow murmur of the ocean tide ; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, And the full choir that wakes the universal grove.
Seite 1 - Unskilful he to fawn, or seek for power, By doctrines fashion'd to the varying hour; Far other aims his heart had learn'd to prize, More bent to raise the wretched than to rise.
Seite 55 - Who hath not own'd, with rapture-smitten frame, The power of grace, the magic of a name ? There be, perhaps, who barren hearts avow, Cold as the rocks on Torneo's hoary brow...
Seite 172 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseas'd ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And with some sweet oblivious antidote Cleanse the stuffd bosom of that perilous stuff Which weighs upon the heart?
Seite 132 - created anew in Christ Jesus unto good works." " He has his fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life." Travellers inform us of a poison tree found in the island of Java, which is said by its effluvia to have " depopulated the country for twelve or fourteen miles around the place of its growth. It is called
Seite 126 - Flames never to th' illiberal thought allied : The sacred sisters led where Virtue glow'd In all her charms ; he saw, he felt, and died. O partner of my infant griefs and joys ! Big with the scenes now past, my heart o'erflows ; Bids each endearment, fair as once, to rise, And dwells luxurious on her melting woes. Oft with the rising sun, when life was new, ' Along the woodland have I roam'd with thee; VoL.
Seite 29 - Narva, just to breathe This idle air, and indolently run, Day after day, the still returning round Of life's mean offices and sickly joys...
Seite 203 - Narrow is thy dwelling now ; dark the place of thine abode. With three steps I compass thy grave, O thou who wast so great before! Four stones, with their heads of moss, are the only memorial of thee. A tree with scarce a leaf, long grass which whistles in the wind, mark to the hunter's eye the grave of the mighty Morar.
Seite 133 - Bohon-Upas; with the juice of it the most poisonous arrows are prepared; and, to gain this, the condemned criminals are sent to the tree with proper direction both to get the juice and to secure themselves from the malignant exhalations of the tree; and are pardoned if they bring back a certain quantity of the poison. But by the registers there kept, not one in four are said to return. Not only animals of all kinds, both quadrupeds, fish, and birds, but all kinds of vegetables also are destroyed...
Seite 133 - Dutch traveller, but the extract was never discovered in the original author, and ' the effluvia of this noxious tree, which through a district of twelve or fourteen miles had killed all vegetation, and had spread the skeletons of men and animals, affording a scene of melancholy beyond what poets have described, or painters delineated,

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