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Page 280 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 31 - EXULT each patriot heart ! — this night is shewn A piece, which we may fairly call our own; Where the proud titles of "My Lord! Your Grace!
Page 31 - My Lord! Your Grace!" To humble Mr. and plain Sir give place. Our Author pictures not from foreign climes The fashions, or the follies of the times; But has confin'd the subject of his work To the gay scenes — the circles of New-York.
Page 49 - And every time they fired it off, It took a horn of powder, It made a noise — like father's gun, Only a nation louder.
Page 47 - JENNY. Well — JONATHAN. So I went right in, and they shewed me away clean up to the garret, just like a meeting-house gallery. And so I saw a power of topping folks, all sitting round in little cabins, just like father's corncribs...
Page 36 - The sun sets in night, and the stars shun the day; But glory remains when their lights fade away! Begin, ye tormentors! your threats are in vain, For the son of Alknomook shall never complain. Remember the arrows he shot from his bow; Remember your chiefs by his hatchet laid low: Why so slow? — do you wait till I shrink from the pain? No — the son of Alknomook will never complain.
Page 77 - Then might, perhaps, one land on earth be found, Free from th' extremes of poverty and riches; Where ne'er a scepter'd tyrant should be known, Or tyrant lordling, curses of creation;— Where the faint shrieks of woe-exhausted age, Raving, in feeble madness, o'er the corse Of a polluted daughter, stained by lust Of...
Page 53 - MARIA.) But, my dear, as you are in such haste, it would be cruel to detain you; I can show you the way through the other room. MARIA: Spare me, my sprightly friend. MANLY: The lady does not, I hope, intend to deprive us of the pleasure of her company so soon. CHARLOTTE: She has only a mantua-maker who waits for her at home. But, as I am to give my opinion of the dress, I think she cannot go yet. We were talking of the fashions when you came in, but I suppose the subject must be changed to something...
Page 36 - Ah! who would have thought it! so amiable, so prudent a young lady, as we all thought her, what a monstrous pity! well, I have nothing to charge myself with; I acted the part of a friend, I warned her of the principles of that rake, I told her what would be the consequence; I told her so, I told her so.