Sacred dramas: chiefly intended for young persons: the subjects taken from the Bible. To which is added, Sensibility, a poem

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printed for T. Cadell, 1782 - 290 pages

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Page 104 - tis too much! Thou curled minion ! thou a nation's champion ! 'Twould move my mirth at any other time ; But trifling's out of tune. Begone, light boy ! And tempt me not too far.
Page 286 - O, let the ungentle spirit learn from hence, A small unkindness is a great offence. To spread large bounties though we wish in vain, Yet all may shun the guilt of giving pain : To bless mankind with tides of flowing wealth, With...
Page 102 - Thick set with spears, and swords, and coats of mail, Of vanquished nations, by his single arm Subdued? Where is the mortal man so bold, So much a wretch, so out of love with life, To dare the weight of this uplifted spear, Which never fell innoxious ? Yet I swear, I grudge the glory to his parting soul To fall by this right hand.
Page 224 - I'll teach thee to be bold, Tho' sword I never drew. Fear not, Araspes, The feeble vengeance of a mortal man, Whose breath is in his nostrils ; for wherein Is he to be accounted of?
Page 105 - tis wondrous well. Now, by my gods, The stripling plays the orator ! Vain boy ! Keep close to that same bloodless war of words, And thou shalt still be safe. Tongue-valiant warrior ! Where is thy sylvan crook, with garlands hung Of idle field-flowers ? Where thy wanton harp ? Thou dainty-finger'd hero ! Better strike Its notes lascivious, or the lulling lute Touch softly, than provoke the trumpet's rage.
Page 132 - Not circumscrib'd by time, nor fix'd to space, Confin'd to altars, nor to temples bound. In wealth, in want, in freedom, or in chains, In dungeons or on thrones, the faithful find Thee!
Page 273 - There, feeling is diffus'd through every part, Thrills in each nerve, and lives in all the heart ; And those, whose gen'rous souls each tear would keep From others' eyes, are born themselves to weep.
Page 71 - Oh ! the joy Of young ideas painted on the mind, In the warm glowing colours fancy spreads On objects not yet known, when all is new, And all is lovely ! Ah ; what warlike sound Salutes my ravish'd ear ? [Sound of trumpet.
Page x - I am, there is nothing yet in our language (nor perhaps in any) that is in any degree answerable to the idea that I conceive of it. And I shall be ambitious of no other fruit from this weak and imperfect attempt of mine, but the opening of a way to the courage and industry of some other persons, who may be better able to perform it thoroughly and successfully.
Page 191 - The righteous is delivered out of trouble, and the wicked cometh in his stead.

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