Goslington Shadow: A Romance of the Nineteenth Century, Bind 2

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Collins and Hannay, Collins and Company, E. Bliss and E. White, and W.E. Gilley. J. & J. Harper, printers, 1825 - 236 sider
 

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Side 74 - Where, thro' a shapeless breach, his stream resounds; As high in air the bursting torrents flow, As deep recoiling surges foam below, Prone down the rock the whitening sheet descends, And viewless Echo's ear, astonished, rends. Dim-seen, thro' rising mists, and ceaseless show'rs, The hoary cavern, wide-surrounding, low'rs. Still, thro...
Side 2 - In conformity to the act of Congress of the United States, entitled, " An act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies, during the times therein mentioned ;
Side 112 - O mortal man, who livest here by toil, Do not complain of this thy hard estate: That like an emmet thou must ever moil Is a sad sentence of an ancient date; And, certes, there is for it reason great, For...
Side 216 - The beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places : how are the mighty fallen ! Tell it not in Gath, publish it not in the streets of Askelon ; lest the daughters of the Philistines rejoice, lest the daughters of the uncircumcised triumph.
Side 30 - tis not what we do, but say, In love and preaching, that must sway. Quoth he, To bid me not to love Is to forbid my pulse to move, My beard to grow, my ears to prick up, 345 Or (when I'm in a fit) to hiccup.
Side 54 - First enthrall'd this heart o' mine ; There the saftest sweets enjoying, Sweets that memory ne'er shall tine. Friends, sae near my bosom ever, Ye hae render'd moments dear ; But, alas, when forced to sever, Then the stroke, oh, how severe ! Friends, that parting tear, reserve it, Though 'tis doubly dear to me ; Could I think I did deserve it, How much happier would I be ! Scenes of woe and scenes of pleasure, Scenes that former thoughts renew, Scenes of woe and scenes of -pleasure, Now a sad and...
Side 40 - Till skelp — a shot — they're aff, a' throwther, To save their skin. But bring a Scotsman frae his hill, Clap in his cheek a Highland gill, Say, such is royal George's will, An' there's the foe, He has nae thought but how to kill Twa at a blow.
Side 173 - IT is an inexpressible pleasure to know a little of the world, and be of no character or significancy in it. To be ever unconcerned, and ever looking on new objects with an endless curiosity, is a delight known only to those who are turned for speculation: nay, they who enjoy it, must value things only as they are the objects of speculation, without drawing any...
Side 3 - Repair'd to search the gloomy cave of Spleen. Swift on his sooty pinions flits the Gnome, And in a vapour reach'd the dismal dome. No cheerful breeze this sullen region knows, The dreadful east is all the wind that blows.
Side 121 - American contest, was, that the holding high the abuses of Government had been the foundation of all danger and violence to its authority. — He would therefore have again brought forward the British constitution in its purity, as an antidote to republican speculations...

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