The Balance, and Columbian Repository, Volume 3Sampson, Chittenden & Croswell, 1804 - Columbia County (N.Y.) |
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... hand , eep pervades an injur'd land . r lov'd Washington , the great and good , councils of his country flood- fucceffor Adams , firm and juft , with faith , a nation's dearest trust , vas free - truth fanction'd by the law- d malice ...
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... hand , Dejection deep pervades an injur'd land . When our lov❜d Washington , the great and good , Firft in the councils of his country flood- When his fucceffor Adams , firm and just , Difcharg'd with faith , a nation's dearest truft ...
... hand , Dejection deep pervades an injur'd land . When our lov❜d Washington , the great and good , Firft in the councils of his country flood- When his fucceffor Adams , firm and just , Difcharg'd with faith , a nation's dearest truft ...
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... hand why drops th ' uplifted steel ? Didst thou not think such vengeance must await The wretch that , with his crimes all fresh about him Rushes irreverent , unprepar'd , uncall'd , Into his Maker's presence , throwing back With ...
... hand why drops th ' uplifted steel ? Didst thou not think such vengeance must await The wretch that , with his crimes all fresh about him Rushes irreverent , unprepar'd , uncall'd , Into his Maker's presence , throwing back With ...
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... hand of Bonaparte . WAR , BETWEEN SPAIN AND ENGLAND . Capt . Ripley , who arrived at this port on Saturday laft , from Liverpool , reports , that on the 9th Dec. he fpoke the fchoon- er Eunice , Capt . Brown , 29 days from Lifbon for ...
... hand of Bonaparte . WAR , BETWEEN SPAIN AND ENGLAND . Capt . Ripley , who arrived at this port on Saturday laft , from Liverpool , reports , that on the 9th Dec. he fpoke the fchoon- er Eunice , Capt . Brown , 29 days from Lifbon for ...
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... hands , Before thy shrine my country's genius stands , And decks thy altar still , tho ' pierc'd with many a wound ... hand , it was infifted that a great part of the appar- ent increase was not created by actual fav . ing , or found ...
... hands , Before thy shrine my country's genius stands , And decks thy altar still , tho ' pierc'd with many a wound ... hand , it was infifted that a great part of the appar- ent increase was not created by actual fav . ing , or found ...
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Page 216 - 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 is sung; There Honor comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 58 - Wherefore I take you to record this day, that I am pure from the blood of all men : For I have not shunned to declare unto you all the counsel of God.
Page 365 - Farewell, a long farewell, to all my greatness ! This is the state of man ; to-day he puts forth The tender leaves of hope, to-morrow blossoms, And bears his blushing...
Page 166 - Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, 'Tis now become a history little known That once we called the pastoral house our own Short-lived possession!
Page 226 - Let him follow me! By oppression's woes and pains ! By your sons in servile chains ! We will drain our dearest veins, But they shall be free ! Lay the proud usurpers low ! Tyrants fall in every foe!
Page 282 - While Butler, needy wretch, was yet alive, No generous patron would a dinner give ; See him, when starved to death and turn'd to dust, Presented with a monumental bust. The poet's fate is here in emblem shown, He ask'd for bread, and he received a stone.
Page 226 - Wha will be a traitor knave? Wha can fill a coward's grave? Wha sae base as be a slave? Let him turn and flee! Wha, for Scotland's King and Law, Freedom's sword will strongly draw, Free-man stand, or Free-man fa', Let him follow me!
Page 166 - Deprived of every joy I valued most, My friend torn from me, and my mistress lost ; Call not this gloom I wear, this anxious mien, The dull effect of humour, or of spleen ! Still, still I mourn, with each returning day, Him snatch'd by fate, in early youth away. And her, through tedious years of doubt and pain, Fix'd in her choice, and faithful, but in vain...
Page 20 - FABLE VII. The Lion, the Fox, and the Geese. A LION, tir'd with state affairs, Quite sick of pomp, and worn with cares, Resolv'd, remote from noise and strife, In peace to pass his latter life. It was proclaim'd ; the day was set: Behold the gen'ral council met. The Fox was viceroy nam'd.
Page 216 - Returns to deck their hallow'd 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 is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay ; And Freedom shall a while repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there ! ODE TO MERCY.