Memoir of Richard Roberts Jones of Aberdaron: in the county of Carnarvon, in North Wales; exhibiting a remarkable instance of a partial power and cultivation of intellect
Printed for T. Cadell, Strand, and J. and A. Arch, Cornhill, 1822 - 50 pages
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Page 23 - He threw his blood-stained sword in thunder down, And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe.
Page 40 - No wars have ravaged these lands and depopulated these villages — no civil discords have been felt — no disputed succession — no religious rage — no merciless enemy — no affliction of Providence, which, while it scourged for the moment, cut off the sources of resuscitation — no voracious and poisoning monsters — no, all this has been accomplished by the friendship, generosity, and kindness of the English nation.
Page 41 - Begums in their secluded Zenana? or that they could inspire this enthusiasm and this despair into the breasts of a people who felt no grievance, and had suffered no torture? What motive, then, could have such influence in their bosoms? What motive? That which nature, the common parent, plants in the bosom of man, and which, though it may be less active in the Indian...
Page 39 - What merciless enemy has thus spread the horrors of fire and sword — what severe visitation of providence has dried up the fountain, and taken from the face of the earth every vestige of verdure? — Or rather, what monsters have stalked over the country, tainting and poisoning, with pestiferous breath, what the voracious appetite could not devour?
Page 57 - Taint not thy mind, nor let thy soul contrive Against thy mother aught; leave her to heaven, And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge To prick and sting her.
Page 39 - Dowla, that man, who, with a savage heart, had still great lines of character, and who, with all his ferocity in war, had still, with a cultivating...
Page xxxvi - ... glory upon the country. Of all species of rhetoric, of every kind of eloquence that has been witnessed, or recorded, either in ancient or modern times ; whatever the acuteness of the bar, the dignity of the senate, the solidity of the judgment-seat, and the sacred morality of the pulpit have hitherto furnished, nothing has surpassed, nothing has equalled what we have this day heard in Westminster-hall.
Page 40 - When we hear the description of the paroxysm, fever, and delirium, into which despair had thrown the natives, when on the banks of the polluted Ganges, panting for death, they tore more widely open the lips of their gaping: 17 wounds, to accelerate their dissolution ; and, while their blood was issuing, presented their ghastly eyes to heaven, breathing their last and fervent prayer that the dry earth might not be suffered to drink their blood, but that it might rise...
Page 41 - That which nature, the common parent, plants in the bosom of man; and which, though it may be less active in the Indian than in the Englishman, is still congenial with, and makes a part of his being.