The Maiden Monarch; Or, Island Queen, Band 1

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R. Hastings, 1840

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Seite 77 - And this place our forefathers made for man! This is the process of our love and wisdom, To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps — and what if guilty? Is this the only cure? Merciful God? Each pore and natural outlet shrivell'd up By ignorance and parching poverty, His energies roll back upon his heart, And stagnate and corrupt; till changed to poison, They break out on him, like a loathsome plague-spot; Then we call in our pamper'd mountebanks — And this is their...
Seite 215 - And thence delight, disgust, or cool indiffrence rise: When minds are joyful, then we look around, And what is seen is all on fairy ground; Again they sicken, and on every view Cast their own dull and melancholy hue; Or, if absorb'd by their peculiar cares, The vacant eye on viewless matter glares, Our feelings still upon our views attend, And their own natures to the objects lend; Sorrow and joy are in their influence sure, Long as the passion reigns th' effects endure; But love in minds his various...
Seite 113 - And I beseech you, Wrest once the law to your authority: To do a great right, do a little wrong, And curb this cruel devil of his will.
Seite 77 - This is the process of our love and wisdom To each poor brother who offends against us — Most innocent, perhaps— and what if guilty ? Is this the only cure ! Merciful God ! Each pore and natural outlet shrivelled up By ignorance and parching poverty, His energies roll back upon his heart And stagnate and corrupt, till...
Seite 188 - Samuel, raise thy buried head! " King, behold the phantom seer!" Earth yawned; he stood the centre of a cloud: Light changed its hue, retiring from his shroud. Death stood all glassy in his fixed eye; His hand was withered, and his veins were dry; His foot, in bony whiteness, glittered there, Shrunken and sinewless, and ghastly bare : From lips that moved not and unbreathing frame. Like caverned winds, the hollow accents came.
Seite 77 - Circled with evil, till his very soul Unmoulds its essence, hopelessly deformed By sights of evermore deformity ! With other ministrations thou, O Nature, Healest thy wandering and distempered child : Thou pourest on him thy soft influences, Thy sunny hues, fair forms, and breathing sweets, Thy melodies of woods, and winds, and waters, Till he relent, and can no more...
Seite 1 - WHAT wonder therefore, since the endearing ties Of passion link the universal kind Of man so close, what wonder if to search This common nature through the various change Of sex, and age, and fortune, and the frame...
Seite 28 - Athenian walls from ruin bare. IX. TO A VIRTUOUS YOUNG LADY. LADY, that in the prime of earliest youth Wisely hast shunned the broad way and the green, And with those few art eminently seen, That labour up the hill of heavenly truth, The better part with Mary and with Ruth Chosen thou hast...

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