La Belle Assemblée, Svazek 2

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J. Bell, 1811

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Strana 5 - I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, — When, oh ! too strong for human hand The tempest gather'd o'er her.
Strana 191 - But if any provide not for his own, and especially for those of his own house, he hath denied the faith, and is worse than an infidel.
Strana 3 - Came freshening, and reflecting all the scene. (A mirror in the depth of flowery shelves ;) So sweet a spot of earth, you might (I ween) Have guess'd some congregation of the elves, To sport by summer moons, had shaped it for themselves.
Strana 7 - How bright the unchanging morn appears! Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 5 Life's labor done, as sinks the clay, Light from its load the spirit flies, While heaven and earth combine to say, " How blest the righteous when he dies !
Strana 1 - ON Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming ! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance bring Of what thy gentle people did befall ; Yet thou wert once the loveliest land of all That see the Atlantic wave their morn restore.
Strana 5 - By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer.
Strana 2 - Alas ! poor Caledonia's mountaineer, That want's stern edict e'er, and feudal grief, Had forced him from a home he loved so dear! Yet found he here a home, and glad relief, And plied the beverage from his own fair sheaf, That...
Strana 7 - So fades a summer cloud away; So sinks the gale when storms are o'er; So gently shuts the eye of day; So dies a wave along the shore.
Strana 135 - Now, as fond fathers Having bound up the threatening twigs of birch, Only to stick it in their children's sight, For terror, not to use ; in time the rod Becomes more mock'd than fear'd ; so our decrees, Dead to infliction, to themselves are dead ; And liberty plucks justice by the nose ; 1 A life of retirement.
Strana 135 - Even like an o'er-grown lion in a cave, That goes not out to prey...

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