The last Inca, or the story of Tupac Amâru, Bind 2

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Tinsley brothers, 1874
 

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Side 261 - This is my son, mine own Telemachus, To whom I leave the sceptre and the isle— Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil This labour; by slow prudence to make mild A rugged people, and thro' soft degrees Subdue them to the useful and the
Side 122 - There were drawn Upon a heap a hundred ghastly women, Transformed with their fears ; who swore they saw Men all in fire walk up and down the streets. And yesterday the bird of night did sit, Even at noonday, upon the market-place, Hooting and
Side 91 - What, my young master? O, my gentle master! O, my sweet master ! O, you memory Of old Sir Rowland ! Why, what make you here? Why are you virtuous? Why do people love you? As You Like It.
Side 205 - To the cure of this malady neither medical knowledge nor the power of drugs was of any effect . . . Few or none escaped. And the disease, by being communicated from the sick to the well, seemed daily to get ahead, and to rage the more, as fire will do by laying on fresh
Side 222 - Now you shall see, And judge if a mere foppery Pricks on my speaking ! I resolve To utter—yes, it shall devolve On you to hear as solemn, strange, And dread a thing as in the range Of facts, or fancies, if God will, E'er happened to our
Side 122 - Huge trunks and stones, And loosen'd crags, down, down they roll'd with rush, And bound, and thundering force. Such was the fall As when some city by the labouring earth, Heaved from its strong foundations, is cast down, And all its dwellings, towers, and palaces, In one wide desolation prostrated.
Side 241 - If it be permitted to departing spirits to see those places on earth they yearn much after, we might imagine that the soul of Isabella would give 'one longing, lingering look' to the far west. . . . She would have beheld the Indian labouring at the mine under cruel buffetings, his family neglected, perishing, or enslaved. She would have
Side 162 - O, negligence, Fit for a fool to fall by ! What cross devil Made me put this main secret in the packet
Side 205 - And the disease, by being communicated from the sick to the well, seemed daily to get ahead, and to rage the more, as fire will do by laying on fresh combustibles. Nor was it given by

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