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Page 38 - HAPPINESS ! our being's end and aim ! Good, Pleasure, Ease, Content ! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts th' eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die...
Page 53 - That man of loneliness and mystery, Scarce seen to smile, and seldom heard to sigh; Whose name appals the fiercest of his crew, And tints each swarthy cheek with sallower hue; Still sways their souls with that commanding art That dazzles, leads, yet chills the vulgar heart.
Page 32 - ... life. He moved his troops through the desert against hostile forces, he had his guns transported under circumstances of extreme difficulty, and in a manner the most extraordinary ; and he cut off a retreat of the enemy, which rendered it impossible for them ever to regain their positions.
Page 2 - YET do I live ! O how shall I sustain This vast unutterable weight of woe ? This worse than hunger, poverty, or pain, Or all the complicated ills below — She in whose life my hopes were treasur'd all, Is gone — for ever fled — My dearest Emma's dead.
Page 155 - But bitter, bitter are the tears Of her who slighted love bewails ; No hope her dreary prospect cheers, No pleasing melancholy hails. Hers are the pangs of wounded pride, Of blasted hope, of wither'd joy ; The flattering veil is rent aside, The flame of love burns to destroy.
Page 61 - LOYE not, love not ! ye hapless sons of clay ! Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers — Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they have blossom'd for a few short hours.
Page 33 - Ireland, for the unlawful and seditious purpose of obtaining, by means of the intimidation to be thereby caused, and by means of the exhibition and demonstration of great physical force at such assemblies and meetings, changes and alterations in the government, laws, and constitution of this realm as by law, established...
Page 371 - In the year 1792, however, his domestic happiness was brought to a termination by the death of his wife, to whom he was most tenderly attached. Their union had not been blessed by any children, but their mutual affection appeared to be too strong to need that additional bond. The effect of this melancholy event proved sufficient almost to unsettle the mind of Mr. Graham...