The Writings of Robert C. Sands: In Prose and Verse, Volume 2

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Pagina 142 - Tis she ! — but why that bleeding bosom gor'd ' Why dimly gleams the visionary sword ? Oh ever beauteous, ever friendly ! tell, Is it in heaven a crime to love too well ? To bear too tender or too firm a heart, To act a Lover's or a Roman's part ? Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those...
Pagina 346 - And shall not Sam have his ? The muse shall cease To keep the heroic roll, which she began in Greece — With demigods, who went to the Black Sea For wool (and if the best accounts be straight, Came back, in negro phraseology, With the same wool each upon his pate), In which she chronicled the deathless fate Of him who jumped into the perilous ditch Left by Rome's street commissioners, in a state...
Pagina 349 - Tho' she who bore him ne'er his fate should know — An iris, glittering o'er his memory — When all the streams have worn their barriers low, And, by the sea drunk up, forever cease to flow. On him who chooses to jump down cataracts, Why should the sternest moralist be severe? Judge not the dead by prejudice — but facts, Such as in strictest evidence appear. Else were the laurels of all ages sere.
Pagina 101 - There is a river, the streams whereof make glad the city of God, The holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.
Pagina 409 - The History of Modern Europe. With an Account of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire ; and a view of the Progress of Society, from the Rise of the Modern Kingdoms to the Peace of Paris in 1763.
Pagina 409 - THE ANCIENTS HAD OF INDIA ; and the Progress of Trade with that Country prior to the Discovery of the Passage to it hy the Cape of Good Hope.
Pagina 105 - How fair these names, how much unlike they look To all the blurr'd subscriptions in my book : The bridegroom's letters stand in row above. Tapering yet...
Pagina 89 - And ev'ry moment fear to sink beneath The clod we tread, soon trodden by our sons), How great, in the wild whirl of time's pursuits, To stop, and pause...