The Mysterious Freebooter: Or, The Days of Queen Bess. A Romance ...

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Printed at the Minerva Press, for Lane, Newman, and Company, 1806

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Page 252 - Well believe this, No ceremony that to great ones 'longs, Not the king's crown, nor the deputed sword, The marshal's truncheon, nor the judge's robe, Become them with one half so good a grace, As mercy does.
Page 20 - Ah! gentle pair, ye little think how nigh Your change approaches, when all these delights Will vanish, and deliver ye to woe; More woe, the more your taste is now of joy...
Page 291 - VOL. iv. o had had been so fortunate as to have had it in my power to preserve, the life of his babe.
Page 205 - I am settled, and bend up Each corporal agent to this terrible feat. Away, and mock the time with fairest show : False face must hide what the false heart doth know.
Page 50 - Lancaster; thyself a prisoner here ; Thy captive son torn from his mother's arms, And in the tyrant's power ; a kingdom lost : Amidst so many sorrows, what new hope Hath wrought this wondrous change ? Marg.
Page 382 - Our son, too, he shall hang upon The sounds, and lift his little hands in praise To heaven : taught by his mother's bright example, That, to be truly good, is to be bless«L [Exevnt, EPILOGUE. Tins virgin author's such a blushing rogue — What ! no gay, lively, laughing epilogue ? ' Madam,' says he, and looked so wise ! ' in Greece'— (Greece, that's their cant)
Page 144 - O'erhangs thy soul, thy ev'ry look proclaims. Why then refuse it words ? The heart, that bleeds From any stroke of fate or human wrongs, Loves to disclose itself, that list'ning pity May drop a healing tear upon the wound. 'Tis only when with inbred horror smote At some base act, or done, or to be done, That the recoiling soul, with conscious dread, Shrinks back into itself.
Page 205 - And by opposing end them: to die to sleep; No more; and by sleep, to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to?
Page 382 - Rccall'd shall be th' amusing narrative, And story of our future evening, oft Rehears'd. Our son too, — he shall hang upon The sounds, and lift his little hands in praise To Heaven: taught by his mother's bright example, That, to be truly good, is to be bless'd. THE...

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