The drunkard: a poem

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William Strange, 1840 - Alcoholism - 24 pages
 

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Page 4 - what is learned in verse is longer retained in the memory and sooner recollected ; the like sounds, and the like number of syllables exceedingly assist the remembrance.
Page 11 - weak in some degree, Bears a slight semblance to divinity, In his creative spirit ; and which show That spirit ne'er could linger here below For the short span of time, but in its flight Aspired to soar to the pure realms of light : Where, in the effulgence of the godhead, he Would blend his being
Page 22 - do come with me to-night, I'll lead you to a harbour of delight, Where bright companions, honest, hearty, gay, Meet to allure life's tedious hours away, When cares of business done call them no more O'er musty ledgers or torn deeds to pore." His better man awhile withstood the shock, Ere his bark
Page 16 - in a liquid flood, whose scent, impure, Proclaims its poison nature. Shivering, cold, His trembling wife, and half-starved babes, behold. Watching, with beating hearts and anxious eye, The moment of his waking, off to fly From brutal outrage and abuse, which he Deals largely to augment their misery. He wakes and hiccups, with
Page 7 - to want and ruin led, And men smile on him ? No, the drunkard's name Is branded with the deepest marks of shame. Look in the Book of God, from earliest time We see intemperance leading on to crime ; When the first mariner did disembark His freight of living creatures from the ark, To plant a world
Page 12 - cease to number wasting time. Is he a father ? can a father's care One single feeling of his bosom share ? He whose just life should be his Children's guide, From evil paths to turn their steps aside, To teach the spring of thought its opening way, And bend the passions under reason's sway ; The course to virtue,
Page 13 - the smile Of some base villain does her heart beguile, And wins her to his purpose, until shame Bows down her spirit and defiles her name, Sends her an outcast on the world to roam, Lost to herself, her kindred, and her home,— Borne on the tide of vice, loose,
Page 12 - to their daughters as a guide To regulate their manners and their dress, That men might love them and that heaven might bless; Oh, sad reverse, that face no more displays One vestige of the bloom of former days ! Sad misery's withering hand caused them to fly, And tears
Page 19 - and face The great Dispenser of eternal grace? Ah, no, the cup of bliss can only save, And Temperance stamp a smile upon the grave! Woman, earth's brightest gem, creation's pride, To man in form, angels in grace, allied ; To whose soft charms the godhead did impart, All that could win the eye or soothe the heart, Man's
Page 13 - of each degrading vice, And lead him on from crime to crime, till he Upon a scaffold ends his misery : What are the feelings, then, which wreck the soul ? Say, is there solace in the mantling bowl ? Will it wipe off the stigma, and erase The lasting sorrow, and the foul disgrace ? Or, when the lovely child who

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