The Literary Remains of Joseph Brown Ladd, M. D.H. C. Sleight, 1832 - 228 Seiten |
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LITERARY REMAINS OF JOSEPH BRO Joseph Brown 1764-1786 Ladd,Elizabeth Ladd Ed Haskins,W. B. Chittenden Keine Leseprobe verfügbar - 2016 |
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Seite 165 - HEAR this, ye old men, and give ear, all ye inhabitants of the land. Hath this been in your days, or even in the days of your fathers? Tell ye your children of it, and let your children tell their children, and their children another generation.
Seite 172 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge U sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.
Seite 71 - The Pleiads, Hyads, with the northern team; And great Orion's more refulgent beam; To which, around the axle of the sky, The Bear, revolving, points his golden eye, Still shines exalted on th' ethereal plain, Nor bathes his blazing forehead in the main.
Seite 171 - Death is the worst; a fate which all must try; And for our country, 'tis a bliss to die. The gallant man, though slain in fight he be, Yet leaves his nation safe, his children free; Entails a debt on all the grateful state; His own brave friends shall glory in his fate; His wife live honour'd, all his race succeed, And late posterity enjoy the deed!
Seite 189 - God said, Let there be light, and there was light.' This is striking and sublime. But put it into what is commonly called the sublime style : ' The Sovereign Arbiter of nature, by the potent energy of a single word, commanded the light to exist ;' and as Boileau has well observed, the style indeed is raised, but the thought is fallen.
Seite 221 - HAIL ye small sweet courtesies of life, for smooth do ye make the road of it! like grace and beauty which beget inclinations to love at first sight : 'tis ye who open this door and let the stranger in.
Seite 179 - Nothing can be more contemptible than that tinsel splendour of language, which some writers perpetually affect. It were well, if this could be ascribed to the real overflowing of a rich imagination. We should then have something to amuse us, at feast, if we found little to instruct us.
Seite 190 - In consciousness of Christianity, my royal master's clemency, and the honor of soldiership, I have dwelt upon this invitation, and wished for more persuasive terms to give it impression ; and let not people be led to disregard it, by considering their distance from the immediate situation of my camp. I have but to give stretch to the Indian forces under my direction, and they amount to thousands, to overtake the hardened enemies of Great Britain and America...
Seite 72 - Below the regions of the nether world. Around our pole the spiry Dragon glides, And, like a winding stream, the Bears divides — The less and greater, who, by Fate's decree, Abhor to dive beneath the northern sea. * There, as they say, perpetual night is found In silence brooding on th...
Seite 189 - As for what is called the sublime style, it is, for the most part, a very bad one ; and has no relation whatever to the real sublime.