Avenia, Or, A Tragical Poem, on the Oppression of the Human Species, and Infringement on the Rights of Man: In Six Books, with Notes Explanatory and Miscellaneous

S. Engles, 1805 - 358 pages

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Page 234 - Lo, the poor Indian ! whose untutored mind Sees GOD in clouds, or hears Him in the wind ; His soul proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way...
Page 31 - Could all our care elude the gloomy grave, Which claims no less the fearful than the brave, For lust of fame I should not vainly dare In fighting fields, nor urge thy soul to war. But since, alas ! ignoble age must come, Disease, and death's inexorable doom, The life, which others pay, let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe ; Brave though we fall, and honour'd if we live, Or let us glory gain, or glory give!
Page iii - An Act for the Encouragement of Learning, by securing the copies of Maps, Charts, and Books, to the authors and proprietors of such copies during the time* therein mentioned," and extending the benefits thereof to the arts of designing, engraving, and etching historical and other prints.
Page 96 - But, when he speaks, what elocution flows! Soft as the fleeces of descending snows, The copious accents fall, with easy art; Melting they fall, and sink into the heart! Wondering we hear, and fix'd in deep surprise, Our ears refute the censure of our eyes.
Page 145 - As from some mountain's craggy forehead torn, A rock's round fragment flies with fury borne, (Which from the stubborn stone a torrent rends,) Precipitate the...
Page 140 - Without a sign his sword the brave man draws, And asks no omen but his country's cause.
Page 324 - Depart from me, ye cursed ; for I was an hungered, and ye gave me no meat ; I was thirsty, and ye gave me no drink ; I was a stranger, and ye took me not in ; naked, and ye clothed me not ; sick, and in prison, and ye visited me not.
Page 272 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 190 - Yet on the verge of battle let us stay, And for a moment's space suspend the day; Let Heaven's high...
Page 193 - White are the decks with foam ; the winds aloud Howl o'er the masts, and sing through every shroud ; Pale, trembling, tired, the sailors freeze with fears; And instant death on every wave appears \— So pale the Greeks the eyes of Hector meet, The chief so thunders, and so shakes the fleet.

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