Campbell, Or, The Scottish Probationer: A Novel, 2. köide

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William A. Mercein, 1819
 

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Page 12 - Tis education forms the common mind ; Just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined.
Page 185 - I have neither the scholar's melancholy, which is emulation ; nor the musician's, which is fantastical ; nor the courtier's, which is proud ; nor the soldier's, which is ambitious ; nor the lawyer's, which is politic ; nor the lady's, which is nice ; nor the lover's, which is all these...
Page 47 - tis slander ; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile ; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave, This viperous slander enters.
Page 265 - Cease every joy to glimmer on my mind, But leave — oh ! leave the light of Hope behind ! What though my winged hours of bliss have been, Like angel-visits, few, and far between...
Page 22 - I venerate the man whose heart is warm, Whose hands are pure, whose doctrine and whose life, Coincident, exhibit lucid proof That he is honest in the sacred cause.
Page 247 - Life is all a variorum, We regard not how it goes ; Let them cant about decorum Who have characters to lose.
Page 230 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES SENT TO STR JOHN WHITEFORD, OP WHITEFORD, BART.
Page 34 - Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying.
Page 58 - No ; for myself, so dark my fate Through every turn of life hath been ; Man and the world so much I hate, I care not when I quit the scene.
Page 206 - But was there no helping hand left, no compassionate friend to be found ? or did the prosperous, like the Priest and the Levite, pass by on the other side...

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