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Poems, on Various Subjects: Religious, Moral, Sentimental and Humorous
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Página 47 - Though justice be thy plea, consider this — That, in the course of justice, none of us Should see salvation; we do pray for mercy; And that same prayer doth teach us all to render The deeds of mercy.
Página 209 - So were created, nor can justly accuse Their Maker, or their making, or their fate ; As if predestination over-ruled Their will, disposed by absolute decree Or high foreknowledge : they themselves decreed Their own revolt, not I : if I foreknew, Foreknowledge had no influence on their fault, Which had no less proved certain unforeknown.
Página 146 - And quitting sense call imitating God; As Eastern priests in giddy circles run, And turn their heads to imitate the sun. Go, teach Eternal Wisdom how to rule — Then drop into thyself, and be a fool!
Página 71 - All hands to quarters !" fore and aft resounds, Thrills from the fife, and from the drum-head bounds : From crowded hatchways scores on scores arise, Spring up the shrouds, and vault into the skies. Firm at his quarters each bold gunner stands, The death-fraught lightning flashing from his hands.
Página 137 - In every country village, where Ten chimney smokes perfume the air, Contiguous to a steeple, Great gentlefolks are found, a score, Who can't associate any more, With common 'country people.
Página 226 - In order to back her off, all sails were then laid aback; the top-gallant-sails loosened; "three anchors thrown away from the bows; the water in the hold started; and all the guns thrown overboard, excepting a few abaft to defend the ship against the attacks of the Tripolitan gun-boats, then firing at her. All this, however, proved ineffectual; as did also the attempt to lighten her forward by cutting away her foremast.
Página 138 - ... find the brain-pan of his head As empty as a bellows. Miss FADDLE, lately from the wheel, Begins quite lady-like to feel, And talks affectedly genteel, And sings some tasty songs, too ; But my veracity impeach, If she can tell what part of speech Gentility belongs to. Without one spark of wit refined, Without one beauty of the mind, Genius or education, Or family, or fame to boast — To see such gentry rule the roast, Turns patience to vexation. To clear such rubbish from the earth, Though real...
Página 80 - Enrich'd by spoils, and stain'd with human gore? Bear the sharp lash, the ponderous load sustain, Suppress their anger, and revenge restrain? Leave a free clime, explore the treacherous waves, The sport of miscreants and the slave of slaves ? Heavens ! at the sight each patriot bosom glows With...
Página 80 - ... Christian's blood cements the stones he rears; "This clay was moistened with a Christian's tears; "Pale as these walls a pris'ner oft has lain, "Felt the keen scourge and worn the ruthless chain ; "While scoffing foes increasing tortures pour, "Till the poor victim feels, alas ! no more !" Here thy brave tars, America, are found Lock'd in foul prisons and in fetters bound.
Página 79 - Ye lurid domes ! whose tott'ring columns stand " Marks of the despot's desolating hand ; " Whose weed-grown roofs and mould'ring arches show " The curse of Tyranny, a nations woe ; " In ev'ry ruin — ev'ry pile, I find "A warning lesson to a thoughtful mind ; " Your dreary cells expressive silence break, " Echo to groans, and eloquently speaks ; " ' The Christian's blood cements the stones he rears, " ' This clay was moistened with a Christian's tears. "