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Pagina 16 - Two nations; between whom there is no intercourse and no sympathy; who are as ignorant of each other's habits, thoughts, and feelings, as if they were dwellers in different zones, or inhabitants of different planets; who are formed by a different breeding, are fed by a different food, are ordered by different manners, and are not governed by the same laws.
Pagina 102 - Spare — spare him — Brazil — Desmond fierce ! In vain — no voice the adder charms ; Their weapons cross'd my sheltering arms : Another's sword has laid him low — Another's and another's ; And every hand that dealt the blow — Ah me ! it was a brother's...
Pagina 203 - DUELLING as a punishment is absurd; because it is an equal chance, whether the punishment fall upon the offender, or the person offended. Nor is it much better as a reparation; it being difficult to explain in what the satisfaction consists, or how it tends to undo the injury, or to afford a compensation for the damage already sustained. The truth is, it is not considered as either.
Pagina 102 - But Heaven, at last, my soul's eclipse Did with a vision bright inspire : I woke and felt upon my lips A prophetess's fire. Thrice in the...
Pagina 151 - BY THE rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof: for there they that carried us away captive required of us a song ; And they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, " Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
Pagina 118 - Old Ocean was Infinity of ages ere we breathed Existence — and he will be beautiful When all the living world that sees him now Shall roll unconscious dust around the sun.
Pagina 47 - What would you give, my lad, to know about the Argonauts?" "Sir," said the boy, "I would give what I have.
Pagina 102 - My guilty, trembling brothers round. Clad in the helm and shield they came ; For now De Bourgo's sword and flame Had ravaged Ulster's boundaries, And lighted up the midnight skies. The standard of O'Connor's sway Was in the turret where I lay ; That standard, with so dire a look, As ghastly shone the moon and pale, I gave,—that every bosom shook Beneath its iron mail.
Pagina 150 - But cease, ye pitying bosoms, cease to bleed! Such scenes no more demand the tear humane; I see, I see! glad Liberty succeed With every patriot virtue in her train! And mark yon peasant's raptur'd eyes; 25 Secure he views his harvests rise; No fetter vile the mind shall know, And Eloquence shall fearless glow.
Pagina 102 - High lift the banner of your pride! But know that where its sheet unrolls The weight of blood is on your souls! Go where the havoc of your kerne Shall float as high as mountain fern! Men shall no more your mansion know; The nettles on your hearth shall grow! Dead, as the green oblivious flood That mantles by your walls, shall be The glory of O'Connor's blood! Away

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