Gonzalo de Baldivia; or, A widow's vow, by the author of Cambrian pictures [signing herself Ann of Swansea].


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Side 301 - I'll give thee this plague for thy dowry : be thou as chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calumny.
Side 115 - Tis thou, thrice sweet and gracious goddess, addressing myself to LIBERTY, whom all in public or in private worship, whose taste is grateful, and ever will be so, till NATURE herself shall change no tint of words can spot thy snowy mantle...
Side 1 - Tis there you err, for I have felt their force ; And had I yielded to enlarge these limbs, Or share the tyrant's empire, on the terms Which he proposed — I were a slave indeed.
Side 237 - ... Steep are our hills, nor easy of access, And few the hours we ask for their reception. For I will take these rustic sons of liberty In the first warmth and hurry of their souls; And should the tyrant then attempt our heights, He comes upon his fate — Arise, thou sun ! Haste, haste to rouse thee to the call of liberty, That shall once more salute thy morning beam, And hail thee to thy setting ! Arn.
Side 237 - Swit't let us part, from pole to pole asunder. A cause like ours is its own sacrament ; Truth, justice, reason, love, and liberty, The eternal links that clasp the world, are in it, And he, who breaks their sanction, breaks all law, And infinite connection. Arn. True, my lord. And. And such the force I feel. Aro. And I. All. And all. Gust. Know then, that ere our" royal Stenon fell, While thus my valiant cousin and myself.
Side 301 - Heav'n has no rage like love to hatred turu'd, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorn'd.

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