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The miss-led general, by the author of the Rising Sun
Eaton Stannard Barrett
Visualització completa - 1808
The Miss-Led General, by the Author of the Rising Sun
Eaton Stannard Barrett
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Pàgina 79 - Whose blood is fet from fathers of war-proof ! Fathers that, like so many Alexanders, Have in these parts from morn till even fought, And sheathed their swords for lack of argument: Dishonour not your mothers; now attest That those whom you call'd fathers did beget you.
Pàgina 27 - My hands shall rend what ev'n thy rapine spares: These in two sable ringlets taught to break, Once gave new beauties to the snowy neck...
Pàgina 108 - Th' insulting tyrant, prancing o'er the field Strow'd with Rome's citizens, and drench'd in slaughter, His horse's hoofs wet with Patrician blood ! Oh, Portius ! is there not some chosen curse, Some hidden thunder in the stores of heaven, Red with uncommon wrath, to blast the man, Who owes his greatness to his country's ruin ? PORTIUS.
Pàgina 81 - AY me ! what perils do environ The man that meddles with cold iron ! What plaguy mischiefs and mishaps Do dog him still with after-claps...
Pàgina 130 - O world, thy slippery turns ! Friends now fast sworn, Whose double bosoms seem to wear one heart, Whose hours, whose bed, whose meal, and exercise, Are still together, who twin, as 'twere, in love Unseparable, shall within this hour, On a dissension of a doit, break out To bitterest enmity...
Pàgina 174 - Tis in the ablest hand a dang'rous tool, But never fails to wound the meddling fool ; For all must grant, it needs no common art To keep men patient, when we make them smart. Not wit alone, nor humor's self, will do, Without good-nature, and much prudence too, To judge aright of persons, place, and time ; For taste decrees what's low, and what's sublime : And what might charm to-day, or o'er a glass, Perhaps at court, or next day, would not pass.
Pàgina 104 - Dost thou not know the fate of soldiers ? They're but ambition's tools, to cut a way To her unlawful ends ; and when they're worn, Hack'd, hewn with constant service, thrown aside, To rust in peace, and rot in hospitals.
Pàgina 46 - twixt fear and confidence : No inconsiderate rashness, or vain appetite Of false encountering formidable things ; But a true science of distinguishing What's good or evil. It springs out of reason, And tends to perfect honesty, the scope Is always honour, and the public good : It is no valour for a private cause.