The miscellaneous works of Tobias Smollett, with a life of the author, Volym 6

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Sida 265 - Through the wide-spreading waste of time, Thy martial glory, crowned with praise, Still shone with undiminished blaze? Thy towering spirit now is broke, Thy neck is bended to the yoke. What foreign arms could never quell, By civil rage and rancour fell.
Sida 266 - And stretch'd beneath the inclement skies,. Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies. While the warm blood bedews my veins, And unimpair'd remembrance reigns, Resentment of my country's fate Within my filial breast shall beat ; And, spite of her insulting foe, My sympathizing verse shall flow : " Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn " Thy banish'd peace, thy laurels torn.
Sida 266 - The pious mother, doom'd to death, Forsaken wanders o'er the heath ; The bleak wind whistles round her head, Her helpless orphans cry for bread ; Bereft of shelter, food, and friend, She views the shades of night descend : And stretch'd beneath th' inclement skies, Weeps o'er her tender babes, and dies.
Sida 271 - Thy spirit, Independence, let me share ; ' " Lord of the Lion-heart and eagle eye ! " Thy steps I follow with my bosom bare, " Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky...
Sida 270 - Oh, listen from thy calm abode, And hither wave thy magic rod ; Extend thy silent, soothing sway, And charm the canker care away : Whether thou lov'st to glide along, Attended by an airy throng Of gentle dreams and smiles of joy, Such as adorn the wanton boy ; ? , Or to the monarch's fancy bring Delights that better suit a king, The glittering host, the groaning plain, The clang of arms, and victor's train ; Or should a milder vision please, Present the happy scenes of peace, Plump Autumn, blushing...
Sida 249 - Bribe him to feast my mute imploring eye, With some proud lord, who smiles a gracious lie ! A lie to captivate my heedless youth, Degrade my talents, and debauch my truth : While fool'd with hope, revolves my joyless day, And friends, and fame, and fortune, fleet away ; Till scandal, indigence, and scorn, my lot, The dreary jail entombs me, where I rot ! Is there, ye varnish'd ruffians of the state ! '• Not one among the millions whom ye cheat, 50 Who, while he totters on the brink of woe, Dares,...
Sida 262 - Heav'n descends, and dance on Earth: Gods, imps, and monsters, music, rage, and mirth, A fire, a jig, a battle, and a ball, Till one wide conflagration swallows all.
Sida 251 - Eternal infamy the wretch confound Who planted first that vice on British ground ! A vice ! that, 'spite of sense and nature, reigns And poisons genial love, and manhood stains.
Sida 245 - The streamers of France at a distance appear ! We must mind other music than catches; Man our quarters, and handle our matches; Our cannon produce, and for battle prepare. CHORUS. While British oak, &c.
Sida 272 - Nor heed the storm that howls along the sky. Deep in the frozen regions of the north, A goddess violated brought thee forth, Immortal Liberty, whose look sublime Hath bleach'd the tyrant's cheek in every varying clime.

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