The Miscellaneous Works of Tobias Smollett, M.D.: The adventures of Peregrine Pickle, pt. 2. Plays and poemsStirling & Slade...[et. al.], 1820 |
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... appeared to you in the most aggravating light , and made a suitable impression upon your ima- gination ; and that you was not insensible to those attractions which had formerly captivated your heart , nor able to resist the flattering ...
... appeared to you in the most aggravating light , and made a suitable impression upon your ima- gination ; and that you was not insensible to those attractions which had formerly captivated your heart , nor able to resist the flattering ...
Pagina 2
... appeared joyous to a young crea- ture , who was so void of experience and dissimulation , that she believed every body's heart as sincere as her own , and every object such as it appeared to be .. Among the swains who sighed , or ...
... appeared joyous to a young crea- ture , who was so void of experience and dissimulation , that she believed every body's heart as sincere as her own , and every object such as it appeared to be .. Among the swains who sighed , or ...
Pagina 4
... appearance of this amiable stranger , who no sooner saw me enter , than he approached so near to the place where I sat , that I overheard what he said to his companions ; and was so happy as to find myself the object of his discourse ...
... appearance of this amiable stranger , who no sooner saw me enter , than he approached so near to the place where I sat , that I overheard what he said to his companions ; and was so happy as to find myself the object of his discourse ...
Pagina 7
... appeared before me like an angel . Our faculties were for some minutes suspend- ed by a conflict of grief and joy . At length I recovered the use of speech , and gave him to understand , that I was come to town in order to take my leave ...
... appeared before me like an angel . Our faculties were for some minutes suspend- ed by a conflict of grief and joy . At length I recovered the use of speech , and gave him to understand , that I was come to town in order to take my leave ...
Pagina 9
... appeared . Having travelled on foot a good way , in hope of finding a convenience ; and being not only disappointed ... appearance at that time of day ; for I had put on the very clothes which I had pulled off over night , so that my ...
... appeared . Having travelled on foot a good way , in hope of finding a convenience ; and being not only disappointed ... appearance at that time of day ; for I had put on the very clothes which I had pulled off over night , so that my ...
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Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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...
Pagina 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.
Pagina 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
Pagina 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 !
Pagina 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.