O'Halloran, Or The Insurgent Chief: An Irish Historical Tale of 1798, 第 1 卷

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第 ii 頁 - An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the times therein mentioned." And also to the act, entitled " An Act supplementary to an Act, entitled, " An Act for the encouragement of learning, by securing the copies of maps, charts, and books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the time therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and...
第 37 頁 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied : And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the latest minstrel sung.
第 ii 頁 - The self-dependent lordlings stand alone, All claims that bind and sweeten life unknown ; Here by the bonds of nature feebly held, Minds combat minds, repelling and repell'd. Ferments arise, imprison'd factions roar, Represt ambition struggles round her shore. Till over-wrought, the general system feels Its motions stop, or phrenzy fire the wheels.
第 ii 頁 - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
第 256 頁 - O' my sweet Highland Mary. How sweetly bloom'd the gay green birk, How rich the hawthorn's blossom, As underneath their fragrant shade I clasp'd her to my bosom ! The golden hours on angel wings Flew o'er me and my dearie ; For dear to me as light and life Was my sweet Highland Mary. Wi' mony a vow and lock'd embrace Our parting was f u...
第 29 頁 - WHEN chill November's surly blast Made fields and forests bare, One evening, as I wandered forth Along the banks of Ayr, I spied a man whose aged step Seemed weary, worn with care ; His face was furrowed o'er with years, And hoary was his hair. " Young stranger, whither wanderest thou...
第 163 頁 - My soul He doth restore again ; And me to walk doth make Within the paths of righteousness, Ev'n for His own name's sake. 3 Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill : For Thou art with me ; and Thy rod And staff me comfort still.
第 163 頁 - WHEN this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, THEN shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, death is swallowed up in victory.
第 83 頁 - And though no gaudy titles grac'd my birth, Titles, the servile courtier's lean reward, Sometimes the pay of virtue, but more oft The hire which greatness gives to slaves and sycophants, Yet heav'n, that made me honest, made me more Than ever king did when he made a lord.
第 112 頁 - No titled birth had he to boast ; Son of the desert, Fortune's child. Yet, not by frowning Fortune crost, The muses on his cradle smil'd.

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