The Death of Abel: In Five BooksT. Heptinstall, 1797 - 275 strán (strany) |
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ABEL ADAM ALEXIS altar AMYNTAS ANAMELECH angels appear'd arms art thou beauty behold bless bosom bower brother CAIN charms cheeks children of heaven CHLOE clouds consolation cottage cou'd cover'd cry'd curs'd curse dæmon DAMETUS DAPHNE dear dearest death delight despair DIVINE dost thou dreadful dust dwelling earth EGLA embrace ERYTHEA eternal eyes father felicity FELIX fill'd fix'd Fleet Street flocks flowers form'd fruits gloomy gods grace grief grove hand happy hast hath heart heaven horror husband labour lips look LORD LYCIDAS MAHALA mercy misery morning mother nature night nosegay nymphs offer'd OLIVER pale pass'd praise rais'd rapture remain'd reply'd repose return'd RHEIMS rise SALVATOR ROSA seiz'd shade sighs silence sinner smile sorrow soul spouse stream sweet taste of joy tears tender tender mercies thee thine THIRZA thou art tivate trees trembling turn'd virtue voice weep wou'd wretched
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Strana 228 - I come once a year to the top of this mountain ; but I perceive that I am now come for the last time. From hence I still behold the order of the battle, where liberty made us conquerors. See, it was on that side the army of the enemy advanced ; thousands of lances glittered at a distance with more than two hundred...
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Strana 230 - On every side, the enemy, both horse and foot, confounded in a most dreadful tumult^ overthrew each other to escape our rage. Grown furious by the combat, we trod under foot the dead and dying, to extend vengeance and death still further.
Strana 230 - ... unshaken as the rock by which we were protected. At last, reinforced by thirty Swiss warriors, we fell suddenly on the enemy, like the fall of a mountain, or as some mighty rock descends, rolls through the forest, and with a horrid crush lays waste the trees that interrupt its course. On every side the enemy, both horse and toot, confounded in a most dreadful tumult, overthrew each other to escape our rage.
Strana 232 - ... by a sweet modesty. The young maiden with an ingenuous reserve, asked three days to resolve ; but the third appeared to her a very long one. She gave her hand to the young shepherd...
Strana 230 - Take care, good father, of this warrior,' my deliverer cried ; ' he has fought like a son of liberty !' he said — and flew back to the combat. The victory was ours, my son, it was ours ! but many of us were left extended on the heaps of the enemy.