The Death of Abel: In Five BooksT. Heptinstall, 1797 - 275 strán (strany) |
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Strana 1
... voice to bolder strains , and in harmonious . lays rehearse the adventures of our primeval pa- rents , after their dreadful fall . Fain would I cele- brate him , who , sacrific'd by a brother's fury , his dust first mingled with the ...
... voice to bolder strains , and in harmonious . lays rehearse the adventures of our primeval pa- rents , after their dreadful fall . Fain would I cele- brate him , who , sacrific'd by a brother's fury , his dust first mingled with the ...
Strana 4
... voice and melody ; while the majestic lion pays him honour with the terrors of his mouth , and the caverns of the rocks resound his praise . Praise GOD , O my soul ! praise GOD the creator and preserver ! Let the voice of man reach thy ...
... voice and melody ; while the majestic lion pays him honour with the terrors of his mouth , and the caverns of the rocks resound his praise . Praise GOD , O my soul ! praise GOD the creator and preserver ! Let the voice of man reach thy ...
Strana 5
... voice : He commanded , and my- riads of living creatures emerg'd from the teeming earth , flutter'd in the air with variegated plumage , and render'd the astonish'd woods vocal with the praises of the beneficent CREATOR . Earth again ...
... voice : He commanded , and my- riads of living creatures emerg'd from the teeming earth , flutter'd in the air with variegated plumage , and render'd the astonish'd woods vocal with the praises of the beneficent CREATOR . Earth again ...
Strana 8
... voice , and had beheld his delighted father tenderly embrace him . At this sight envy fix'd her envenom'd sting in his heart , and he , giving a furious look at the bower , cry'd , What signs of joy are here ! What fond ca- resses ! I ...
... voice , and had beheld his delighted father tenderly embrace him . At this sight envy fix'd her envenom'd sting in his heart , and he , giving a furious look at the bower , cry'd , What signs of joy are here ! What fond ca- resses ! I ...
Strana 13
... voice render'd almost inarticulate by his strong emotions and his tears : ' tis but too true , that the divine malediction was pronounc'd on all born of woman : but why , Oh ! why shouldst thou believe that GOD has pour'd on thee , our ...
... voice render'd almost inarticulate by his strong emotions and his tears : ' tis but too true , that the divine malediction was pronounc'd on all born of woman : but why , Oh ! why shouldst thou believe that GOD has pour'd on thee , our ...
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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 274 - Troianum orditur ab ovo: semper ad eventum festinat et in medias res non secus ac notas auditorem rapit et quae...
Strana 229 - The plumes that shaded their helmets nodded as they marched, and the earth resounded with their horses hoofs. Our little troop was already broke. We were but three or four hundred men. The cries of the defeat were re-echoed from every side, and the smoke of Nefels, in flames, filled 'the valley, and spread with horror along the mountains. However, at the bottom of the hill where we now are, our chief had placed himself. He was there, where those two pines shoot up from the edge of that pointed rock....
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...
Strana x - ENGLISH, are wrote in a kind of loose poetry, unshackled by the tagging of rhymes, or. counting of syllables. This method of writing seems perfectly suited to the GERMAN language, and is of a middle species between verse and prose : it has the beauties of the first, with the ease of the last. It is not, however, peculiar to MR.
Strana 230 - Thus the weary mower reposes on the sheaves himself has made. I was carefully attended, I was cured, but never could find out the man to whom I owe my life. I have...
Strana 231 - They descended the hill together, and walked towards the old man's dwelling. He was rich in land and flocks, and a lovely daughter was his only heir. My child, he said to her, he that saved my life was the father of this young shepherd. If thou canst love him, I shall be happy to see you united.
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.