Lyrics, Love, Freedom, & Manly Independence

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W.B. Ogilvie, 1856 - 150 pages

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Page 33 - My boast is not, that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned and rulers of the earth; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies!
Page xx - Honour and shame from no condition rise ; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.
Page x - O, heaven, that such companions thou'dst unfold; And put in every honest hand a whip, To lash the rascal naked through the world, Even from the east to the west ! Emil.
Page 59 - THE harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er, And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
Page xii - Still o'er these scenes my memory wakes, And fondly broods with miser care ; Time but the impression deeper makes, As streams their channels deeper wear.
Page xvii - His sight is microscopic and his aim sure. Quick as thought he has seized his victim and is back to his perch. There is no strife, no pursuit, — one fell swoop and the matter is ended. That little sparrow, as you will observe, is less skilled. It is the...
Page 147 - Northumberland, by Elgiva, daughter of Ethelrid king of England. After the conquest of England by William the Norman, in 1066, Cospatrick and Merles-wain, with other nobles of the highest rank in the north of England, consulting their own liberty and safety, fled to Scotland, carrying with them Edgar Atheling, the heir of the Saxon line, his mother Algatha, with his sisters Margaret and Christina, and sheltered themselves under the hospitality of Malcolm III. In 1069, Cospatrick accompanied...
Page xx - The rank is bat the guinea stamp, The man's the gowd for a
Page 73 - Scotia's shore— While living an unbounded fame, And now, till time shall be no more! Sleep, warrior, sleep! with Nelson lie, Your names will nerve our inmost heart, Should e'er renewed the battle cry, Your names!
Page ix - Let not men think that there is no truth but in the sciences that they study, or the books that they read. To prejudge other men's notions before we have looked into them, is not to show their darkness, but to put out our own eyes.

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