The Wilderness, Or, Braddock's Times: A Tale of the West, Volumer 1-2

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M.P. Morse, 1848
 

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Side 219 - How use doth breed a habit in a man ! This shadowy desert, unfrequented woods, I better brook than flourishing peopled towns. Here can I sit alone, unseen of any, And to the nightingale's complaining notes Tune my distresses and record my woes.
Side 123 - Tradition, legend, tune, and song Shall many an age that wail prolong ; Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife and carnage drear Of Flodden's fatal field. Where shivered was fair Scotland's spear And broken was her shield ! xxxv.
Side 135 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Side 108 - And Rebekah said to Isaac, I am weary of my life because of the daughters of Heth: if Jacob take a wife of the daughters of Heth, such as these which are of the daughters of the land, what good shall my life do me?
Side 213 - Be hush'd, my dark spirit ! for wisdom condemns When the faint and the feeble deplore ; Be strong as the rock of the ocean that stems A thousand wild waves on the shore...
Side 219 - When forc'd the fair nymph to forego, What anguish I felt at my heart ! Yet I thought — but it might not be so ! — 'Twas with pain that she saw me depart: She gaz'd, as I slowly withdrew ; My path I could hardly discern ; So sweetly she bade me adieu, I thought that she bade me return.
Side 184 - Where the flower of my forefathers grew. Sweet bud of the wilderness ! emblem of all That remains in this desolate heart! The fabric of bliss to its centre may fall ; But patience shall never depart ! Though...
Side 174 - Ask me not what the maiden feels, Left in that dreadful hour alone: Perchance her reason stoops or reels; Perchance a courage, not her own, Braces her mind to desperate tone. The scattered van of England wheels; She only said, as loud in air The tumult roared, "Is Wilton there?" They fly! or maddened by despair Fight but to die — "Is Wilton there?
Side 202 - Supreme, whose mighty scheme These woes of mine fulfil, Here, firm, I rest, they must be best, Because they are Thy will ! Then all I want, (Oh ! do thou grant This one request of mine !) Since to enjoy thou dost deny, Assist me to resign.
Side 90 - ... of •what we shall always esteem a duty to our country and the best of kings. Favoured with your regard, we shall zealously endeavour to deserve your applause, and by our future actions, strive to convince the worshipful house of burgesses, how much we esteem their approbation, and as it ought to be, regard it as the voice of our country. Signed for the whole corps, GEO: WASHINGTON.

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