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Page 44 - The nations shall rush like the rushing of many waters : but God shall rebuke them, and they shall flee far off, and shall be chased as the chaff of the mountains before the wind, and like a rolling thing before the whirlwind.
Page 36 - Modern Europe has produced several illustrious women who have sustained with glory the weight of empire, nor is our own age destitute of such distinguished characters. But if we except the doubtful achievements of Semiramis, Zenobia is, perhaps, the only female whose superior genius broke through the servile indolence imposed on her sex by the climate and manners of Asia.
Page 49 - TO chase the clouds of life's tempestuous hours, To strew its short but weary way with flow'rs, New hopes to raise, new feelings to impart, And pour celestial balsam on the heart ; For this to man was lovely woman giv'n, The last, best work, the noblest gift of HEAV'N.
Page 45 - I have seen the walls of Balclutha, but they were desolate. The fire had resounded in the halls: and the voice of the people is heard no more. The stream of Clutha was removed from its place, by the fall of the walls. The thistle shook there its lonely head: the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head.
Page 37 - Her teeth were of a pearly whiteness, and her large black eyes sparkled with uncommon fire, tempered by the most attractive sweetness.
Page 46 - The thistle shook there its lonely head; the moss whistled to the wind. The fox looked out from the windows, the rank grass of the wall waved round its head. Desolate is the dwelling of Moina, silence is in the house of her fathers. Raise the song of mourning, O bards, over the land of strangers. They have but fallen before us; for, one day, we must fall.
Page 44 - THE CHIEF. Let clouds rest on the hills, spirits fly, and travellers fear. Let the winds of the woods arise, the sounding storms descend. Roar streams, and windows flap, and green-winged meteors fly ! Rise the pale moon from behind her hills, or enclose her head in clouds ! Night is alike to me, stormy or gloomy the sky.
Page 116 - Disperata e dolente. i' moro, e senza colpa, E senza frutto ; e senza te, cor mio : Mi moro, oime, MIRTILLO. . Dear woods, your sacred haunts I leave : Adieu ! my parting sighs receive ! Adieu ! dear native woods, adieu ! Which I no more am doom'd to view, From ev'ry joy remov'd ; Till from the cold and cruel urn My melancholy shade shall turn To seek your shades belov'd. For, free from guilt I cannot go To join the wailing ghosts below, Nor can despair and bleeding love Find refuge with the blest...
Page 34 - ... ranged in rows of such length, that similar to rows of trees, they deceive the sight, and assume the appearance of continued walls. If from this striking scene we cast our eyes upon the ground, another, almost as varied, presents itself ; on...