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Page 107 - Fairies wife, uttered along the very path where the funeral is to pafs ; and what in Wales are called corps candles, are often imagined to appear, and foretell mortality.
Page 118 - ... of some who had been hanged, or suffered to die in dungeons in the most squalid wretchedness and want; then, as if the picture was not sufficiently terrific, he added that others, particularly those who had been seized by privateers, and who were not therefore considered as being in the slightest degree protected, by the laws of nations had been given up to the natives of the country, to be tormented by every hideous invention of cruelty, till fainting nature could endure no more. 1 4 8 But Glenmorris...
Page 14 - ... if affection for merit, if admiration of talents, if the attachments of friendship are romantic; if it be romantic to dare to have an opinion of one's own, and not to follow one formal tract, wrong or right, pleasant or irksome, because our grandmothers and aunts have followed it before; if not to be romantic one must go through the world with prudery, carefully settling our blinkers at every...
Page 256 - O happy love ! where love like this is found ! O heart-felt raptures ! blifs beyond compare ! I've paced much this weary, mortal round, And fage experience bids me this declare —
Page 115 - Daughter of woe ! ere morn, in vain carefs'd, Clung the cold babe upon thy milklefs breaft, With feeble cries thy laft fad aid required, Stretch'd its ftiff limbs, and on thy lap expired! — — Long with wide eye-lids on her child fhe...
Page 77 - Î why muft I now that worth deplore ? Length of years feemed to be the lot of my love, yet few and fleeting were his days of joy. Strong he ftood as the tree of the vale, but untimely he fell into the filent houfe. The morning fun faw thee flourifh as the lovely rofe -y before the noon-tide heat low thou droop'ft as the withered plant.
Page 14 - ... step, as a cautious coachman hoodwinks his horses heads; if a woman, because she is a woman, must resign all pretensions to being a reasoning being, and dares neither look to the right nor to the left, oh! may my Medora still be the child of nature and simplicity, still venture to express all she feels, even at the risk of being called a strange romantic girl.
Page 241 - IV, 154 note. noblest exertions to resist what they deemed oppression. I found that with a few of them the inveterate hatred generated by the unnatural war they had been driven into, extended to me, merely because I was an Englishman . . . but in others the noble flame of liberty seemed to have purified their minds from every narrow and unmanly prejudice.