Monody on Major Andre: And Elegy on Captain Cook. Also Mr. Pratt's Sympathy. A Poem

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Longman Hurst, Rees, Orme and Brown, 1817 - 178 páginas

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Página 168 - How selfish soever man may be supposed, there are evidently some principles in his nature, which interest him in the fortune of others, and render their happiness necessary to him, though he derives nothing from it, except the pleasure of seeing it.
Página 168 - ... it or are made to conceive it in a very lively manner. That we often derive sorrow from the sorrow of others is a matter of fact too obvious to require any instances to prove it; for this sentiment, like all the other original passions of human nature, is by no means confined to the virtuous and humane, though they perhaps may feel it with the most exquisite sensibility. The greatest ruffian, the most hardened violator of the laws of society, is not altogether without it.
Página 176 - And sing to charm the spirit of the deep : Swift as yon streamer lights the starry pole, Her visions warm the watchman's pensive soul; His native hills that rise in happier climes, The grot that heard his song of other times, His cottage home, his bark of slender sail...
Página 169 - Our joy for the deliverance of those heroes of tragedy or romance who interest us is as sincere as our grief for their distress, and our fellow-feeling with their misery is not more real than that with their happiness.
Página 73 - Tis not his sails ! — thy husband comes no more ! His bones now whiten an accursed shore ! — Retire, — for hark ! the sea-gull shrieking soars. The lurid atmosphere portentous...
Página 8 - Bride ; Till thou hadst own'd the magic of her face Thy fair HONORA'S least engaging grace. Dear lost HONORA ! o'er thy early bier Sorrowing the Muse still sheds her sacred tear ! The blushing Rose-bud in its vernal bed, By Zephyrs fann'd, by glist'ring Dew-drops fed, In June's gay morn that scents the ambient air, Was not more sweet, more innocent or fair. Oh ! when such Pairs their kindred Spirit find, When Sense and Virtue deck each spotless Mind, Hard is the doom that shall the union break, And...
Página 11 - Its deeper tones shall whisper, ere they cease, " More genuine transport, and more lasting peace. " Resolv'd I go ! — nor from that fatal bourn " To these gay scenes shall ANDRE'S step return! " Set is the star of love, that ought to guide " His refluent bark across the mighty tide ! — ** But while my country's foes, with impious hand, " Hurl o'er the blasted plains the livid brand " Of dire sedition, Oh ! let Heav'n ordain, " While ANDRE lives, he may not live in vain!
Página 177 - ... that asks his little share, And hies from home with many a gossip's prayer, Turns on the neighbouring hill, once more to see The dear abode of peace and privacy; And as he turns, the thatch among the trees, The smoke's blue wreaths ascending with the breeze, The village-common spotted white with sheep, The church-yard yews round which his fathers sleep; All rouse Reflection's sadly-pleasing train, And oft he looks and weeps, and looks again.
Página 51 - ... I am to make the object of my attention! — that vile trash, which I care not for, but only as it may be the future means of procuring the blessing of my soul — Thus all my mercantile calculations go to the tune of dear Honora. — When an impertinent consciousness whispers in my ear, that I am not of the right stuff for a merchant, I draw my Honora's picture from my bosom, and the sight of that dear talisman so inspirits my industry, that no toil appears oppressive.
Página 58 - As round th' horizon rolls the timid day ; Barb'd with the sleeted snow, the driving hail, Rush the fierce arrows of the polar gale ; And thro* the dim, unvaried, ling'ring hours, Wide o'er the waves incumbent horror low'rs.

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