The war of the isles, a poem1826 - 314 sider |
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Albion ambition Ambition's arms awful band battle of Alcazar beams Behold blood bold brave bright Buonaparte burst Cæsar charms Council of Ten daring dark deeds deem'd despot doth e'en earth END OF CANTO epic poetry fair fame fame's fate feelings fierce fight fortune France freedom French gain'd gainst Gallia's Gaul gaze glory glory's glow grandeur Guercino hand hath heart heav'n Hispania honour hopes host hour immortal ISLES land light look lov'd Lusia mankind midst mighty mighty Thor mind monarch nations Nature's neath NOTES TO CANTO numbers o'er once oppression's Orthez pass'd peace Portugal praise pride proud reign Roncesvalles round scene shine shore slaughter smiles smiling train Soignies soul sound Spain spot Stanza star stern strife sway sweet sword tale thee thine thou thoughts thro thunder tide toil triumphs Tyrol valour War's waves whilst wild XXXIX XXXVII
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Side 308 - How shall I admire, how laugh, how rejoice, how exult, when I behold so many proud monarchs, and fancied gods, groaning in the lowest abyss of darkness; so many magistrates, who persecuted the name of the Lord...
Side 283 - Augustus was sensible that mankind is governed by names; nor was he deceived in his expectation, that the senate and people would submit to slavery, provided they were respectfully assured that they still enjoyed their ancient freedom...
Side 308 - I behold so many proud monarchs, and fancied gods, groaning in the lowest abyss of darkness ; so many magistrates, who persecuted the name of the Lord, liquefying in fiercer fires than they ever kindled against the Christians...
Side 256 - Mussulmen. Not long since they marched to Rome, and overthrew the Throne of the Pope, who excited the Christians against the professors of Islamism (the Mahometan religion). Afterwards they directed their course to Malta, and drove out the unbelievers, who imagined they were appointed by God to make war on the Mussulmen.
Side 288 - ... fighting for a morsel of bread. If a stranger, pierced with the cold, endeavoured to approach a fire, those to whom it belonged inhumanly drove him away; or if, tormented with raging thirst, any one asked for a single drop of water from another who carried a full supply, the refusal was accompanied by the vilest abuse. We often heard those who had once been friends, and whose education had been liberal, bitterly disputing with each other for a little straw, or a piece of horse-flesh, which they...
Side 308 - Christians; so many sage philosophers blushing in red-hot flames with their deluded scholars; so many celebrated poets trembling before the tribunal, not of Minos, but of Christ; so many tragedians, more tuneful in the expression of their own sufferings; so many dancers — " But the humanity of the reader will permit me to draw a veil over the rest of this infernal description, which the zealous African pursues in a long variety of affected and unfeeling witticisms.
Side 288 - They whom fatigue, or ignorance of the impending danger, rendered less eager to cross the river, were endeavouring to kindle a fire, and repose their wearied limbs. We had too frequently occasion to observe, in these encampments, to what a degree of brutality excess of misery would debase human nature. In one place we saw several of the soldiers fighting for a morsel of bread. If a stranger, pierced with the cold, endeavoured to...
Side 288 - ... to kindle a fire, and repose their wearied limbs. We had too frequently occasion to observe, in these encampments, to what a degree of brutality excess of misery would debase human nature. In one place we saw several of the soldiers fighting for a morsel of bread. If a stranger, pierced with the cold, endeavoured to approach a fire, those to whom it belonged inhumanly drove him away; or if, tormented with raging thirst, any one asked for a single drop of water from another who carried a full...
Side 289 - ... to arrive at the river. Some who were buried in these horrible heaps still breathed ; and, struggling with the agonies of death, caught hold of those who mounted over them ; but these kicked them with violence to disengage themselves, and without remorse trod them under foot.
Side 297 - But tlie conscription was, as it were, the cope-stone of these works of despotism. Scandinavia itself, styled by an historian the workshop of the human race, would have been unable to furnish men for' this homicidal law. The code of the conscription will remain an eternal monument of the reign of Buonaparte : there may be found collected all that the most subtle and ingenious tyranny can devise to torment and devour the people : it is truly the code of hell. The generations of France were placed...