The Miscellaneous Works of Tobias Smollett, M.D.: The adventures of Peregrine Pickle, pt. 2. Plays and poems

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Stirling & Slade...[et. al.], 1820

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Página 521 - MOURN, hapless Caledonia ! mourn Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn-! Thy sons, for valour long renown'd, Lie slaughter'd on their native ground ; Thy hospitable roofs no more Invite the stranger to the door ; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty.
Página 508 - Eternal infamy the wretch confound Who planted first that vice on British ground ! A vice ! that, 'spite of sense and nature, reigns And poisons genial love, and manhood stains.
Página 527 - THY spirit, Independence ! let me share, Lord of the lion-heart and eagle-eye ; Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime, Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying clime.
Página 530 - And sleep unbribed his dews refreshing shed ; White-mantled Innocence, ethereal sprite, Shall chase far off the goblins of the night ; And Independence o'er the day preside, Propitious power ! my patron and my pride.
Página 505 - Tis infamous, I grant it, to be poor : And who so much to sense and glory lost, Will hug the curse that not one joy can boast ! From the pale hag, O ! could I once break loose ; Divorc'd, all hell...
Página 522 - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken, wanders o'er the heath; The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She...
Página 521 - Invite the stranger to the door ; In smoky ruins sunk they lie, The monuments of cruelty. The wretched owner sees afar His all become the prey of war, Bethinks him of his babes and wife, Then smites his breast, and curses life.
Página 528 - Accomplish'd thus, he wing'd his way, And zealous roved from pole to pole, The rolls of right eternal to display, And warm with patriot thoughts the
Página 522 - And, stretch'd beneath th' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes , and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat; And , spite of her insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow: "Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn Thy banish'd peace , thy laurels torn !
Página 523 - tis but a short-liv'd trance, Dispell'd by one enchanting glance ; She need but look, and I confess Those looks completely curse or bless. So soft, so elegant, so fair, Sure something more than human's there ; I must submit, for strife is vain, 'Twas destiny that forg'd the chain.

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