The autobiography of William Jerdan: with his literary, political and social reminiscences and correspondence during the last fifty years, Volume 1

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A. Hall, Virtue & Co., 1852 - 444 pages
 

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Page 125 - Alas ! alas ! Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once; And He that might the vantage best have took, Found out the remedy: How would you be, If he, which is the top of judgment, should But judge you as you are? O, think on that; And mercy then will breathe within your lips, Like man new made.
Page 116 - Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast...
Page 117 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made, When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou ! — Scarce were the piteous accents said, When, with the Baron's casque, the maid To the nigh streamlet ran.
Page 8 - Time rolls his ceaseless course. The race of yore, Who danced our infancy upon their knee, And told our marvelling boyhood legends store, Of their strange ventures happ'd by land or sea, How are they blotted from the things that be ! How few, all weak and wither'd of their force, Wait on the verge of dark eternity, Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse, To sweep them from our sight ! Time rolls his ceaseless course.
Page 59 - Confederate drums in fuller concert beat, And echoing hills the loud alarm repeat : Gallia's proud standards, to Bavaria's...
Page 19 - SWEET Teviot ! on thy silver tide The glaring bale-fires blaze no more; No longer steel-clad warriors ride Along thy wild and willowed shore ; Where'er thou wind'st by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still, As if thy waves, since Time was bom, Since first they rolled upon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn.
Page 218 - Rickleton's poem on Winter, which I still have, first put the design into my head — in it are some masterly strokes that awakened me — being only a present amusement, it is ten to one but I drop it whenever another fancy comes across.
Page 32 - Volume will be found, The Birth-place of John Bunyan; the Burial-place of John Hampden; the Residence, of Hannah More; the Tomb of Sir Thomas Gresham; the Tomb of Thomas Gray; the Birth-place of Thomas...
Page 4 - Fresh from the perusal of its immense array of facts, couched in pure phrase, and arranged in the most lucid order, we might be accused of enthusiasm, if we say it is the ablest summary of history and modern investigation with which we are acquainted; but, as most of our readers who open its pages will admit, our praise is far from being exaggerated.
Page 9 - ARA, and W. EVANS ; separate Maps of Counties ; and Five Hundred exquisite Wood Engravings, including Personal Sketches of the Peasants, by W. HARVEY, and others; various representations of Monastic and Castellated Remains ; and objects of interest, landscape, architectural, and industrial, by A. NICHOLL, and native Artists.

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