Herban, a poem [by R. Rotton.].G.B. Whittaker, 1825 - 207 páginas |
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Albala anguish beam beam'd beauty beneath bless bless'd bliss bosom breast bright brow calm can'st CANTO captive cast cheek cheer child Childe Harold clouds cold dark dart dead dear death deep dismal swamp doom dread dreary e'en earth earthly echo eternal fain fall feel flow flow'r friends genii glad glitt'ring gloom glow golden reign grave grief groans happier happiness hast hear heart Heav'n Heav'nly Herban Hondare hope Indians life's light line 9 lone lyre mighty winds morn mountain native ne'er neath never night o'er ocean parents peace plain poison'd quadrupeds rapture repose riven roll seem'd shalt shine shone shrouded sigh sight sire skies smile song sorrow soul sound spirit Stanza sweet sweetly tears tempest thee thine thou thought turn'd Twas vital spark warm waves weary ween weep wild woe's wretched
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Página 197 - Or were he to indulge himself with a captive taken in war, and much more were he to offer violence in order to gratify his lust, he would incur indelible disgrace.
Página 87 - What is the worst of woes that wait on age? What stamps the wrinkle deeper on the brow? To view each loved one blotted from life's page, And be alone on earth, as I am now.
Página 147 - I came to the place of my birth, and cried, " The friends of my Youth, where are they ?" — And an echo answered, " Where are they ?
Página 203 - I before mentioned, beginning to cry, was immediately despatched with the blow of a tomahawk from one of the warriors: the circumstance terrified me very much, more particularly as it was followed with very menacing motions of the same instrument, directed to me, and then pointed to the slaughtered infant, by the same warrior, which I then interpreted to signify, that if I cried, he would serve me in the same manner.
Página 194 - To fly from, need not be to hate, mankind; All are not fit with them to stir and toil, Nor is it discontent to keep the mind Deep in its fountain, lest it overboil In the hot throng...
Página 195 - But when the enemy is apprized of their design, and coming on in arms against them, they throw themselves flat on the ground, among the withered herbs and leaves, which their faces are painted to resemble. They then allow a part to pass unmolested; when...
Página 202 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 187 - Before the water comes to this island, it runs but slowly, compared with its motion when it approaches the island, where it grows the most rapid water in the World, running with a surprising swiftness before it comes to the Fall; it is quite white, and in many places is thrown high up into the air ! The greatest and strongest battoes would here in a moment be turned over and over.
Página 203 - Indian modes of warfare, as nearly to establish at times a conviction of my mind of a perfect remembrance. There are moments when I see the rush of the Indians, hear their war-whoops and terrific yells, and witness the massacre of my parents and connections, the pillage of their property, and the incendious destruction of their dwellings.
Página 201 - Cleon. No ; for I would not get Egyptians. Cas. For what, sir, do you take us ? Cleon. For what you are. When the gods moulded up the paste of man, Some of their dough was left upon their hands, For want of souls ; and so they made Egyptians.