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Page 83 - Amour sacré de la patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs ! Liberté ! Liberté chérie, Combats avec tes défenseurs ! Sous nos drapeaux, que la victoire Accoure à tes mâles accents ! Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire ! Aux armes, etc.
Page 77 - YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms, ye brave! The avenging sword unsheathe; March on! march on! all hearts resolved On victory or death.
Page 78 - With luxury and pride surrounded, The bold, insatiate despots dare — Their thirst of gold and power unbounded — To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they load us, Like gods would bid their slaves adore; But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms! to arms! ye brave! &c. O Liberty, can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee, Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Page 82 - Tremblez, tyrans, et vous, perfides. L'opprobre de tous les partis ; Tremblez ! vos projets parricides, Vont enfin recevoir leur prix ! Tout est soldat pour vous combattre ; S'ils tombent, nos jeunes héros.
Page 205 - ... his approbation, I shall be in some degree, at least, consoled. I retain every sentiment of gratitude for the situation in which I find myself, as Princess of Wales, enabled by your means to indulge in the free exercise of a virtue dear to my heart — I mean charity. It will be my duty, likewise, to act upon another motive — that of giving an example of patience, and resignation, under every trial ' Do me the justice to believe, that I shall never cease to pray for your happiness, and to be,...
Page 82 - Français, pour nous, ah ! quel outrage! Quels transports il doit exciter! C'est nous qu'on ose méditer De rendre à l'antique esclavage ! Aux armes, etc. Quoi ! des cohortes étrangères Feraient la loi dans nos foyers ! Quoi ! ces phalanges mercenaires Terrasseraient nos fiers guerriers!
Page 71 - ... the stage or public conveyance. We have seen many Indians, and we remained several days in their country. They received us with great kindness, and our national character contributed not a little to this good reception, for they love the French. After them we found the Falls of Niagara, which I wrote you from Pittsburg we were about to visit, the most interesting object upon our journey. It is the most surprising and majestic spectacle I have ever seen. It is a hundred and thirty-seven (French)...
Page 76 - ... by contrary excesses. It is not so: the proof is decisive, and the question is now judged in the public mind. " At all times, in fact, the periodical press has been, and it is in its nature to be, only an instrument of disorder and sedition.
Page 82 - Qu'un sang impur, Abreuve nos sillons ! Que veut cette horde d'esclaves, De traîtres, de rois conjurés? Pour qui ces ignobles entraves, Ces fers dès longtemps préparés?