DICK WILSON, THE RUMSELLER'S VICTIM: OF HUMANITY PLEADING FOR THE 'MAINE LAW"

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Page 96 - What if thine heaven be overcast, The dark appearance will not last ; Expect a brighter sky. The God that strings the silver bow Awakes sometimes the muses too, And lays his arrows by. If hindrances obstruct thy way, Thy magnanimity display, And let thy strength be seen ; But, oh ! if Fortune fill thy sail With more than a propitious gale, Take half thy canvass in.
Page 135 - I tremble for my country when I reflect that God is just, and that his justice cannot sleep forever.
Page 85 - AND is this all ? Can Reason do no more Than bid me shun the deep, and dread the shore ? Sweet moralist ! afloat on life's rough sea, The Christian has an art unknown to thee : He holds no parley with unmanly fears ; Where Duty bids he confidently steers, Faces a thousand dangers at her call, And, trusting in his God, surmounts them all.
Page 304 - O ye, to Pleasure who resign the day. As loose in Luxury's clasping arms you lie, O yet let pity in your breast bear sway, And learn to melt at Misery's moving cry.
Page 342 - AH ! who can tell how hard it is to climb The steep where Fame's proud temple shines afar; Ah! who can tell how many a soul sublime Has felt the influence of malignant star, And waged with Fortune an eternal war; Check'd by the scoff of Pride, by Envy's frown, And Poverty's unconquerable bar, In life's low vale remote has pined alone, Then dropt into the grave, unpitied and unknown...
Page 142 - And listens oft to hear the passing steed, And frequent round him rolls his sullen eyes, If chance his savage wrath may some weak wretch surprise.
Page 230 - ... be blest, While round her arm unseen a serpent twinesó And lo, she hurls it hissing at his breast! And, instant, lo, his dizzy eye-ball swims Ghastly, and reddening darts a...
Page 389 - I'm very lonely now, Mary, For the poor make no new friends, But, oh ! they love the better still The few our Father sends ! And you were all I had, Mary, My blessin' and my pride ! There's nothing left to care for now, Since my poor Mary died.
Page 124 - Shrinks not though Fortune aim her deadliest blow." This strain from 'midst the rocks was heard to flow In solemn sounds. Now...
Page 129 - Movement was all about him. On Friday, September 12, the day after Brandywine. Mr. Swaine rode off to Philadelphia to see what was to be seen and hear what was to be heard. During the afternoon of the thirteenth, Mr. Swaine came...

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