Poems Relating to the American RevolutionW. J. Widdleton, 1865 - 288 strani |
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Stran 24 - ... grown, From slaves that would die for a smile from the throne, From assemblies that vote against Congress...
Stran 21 - Britons, ever pre-eminent in mercy, have outgone common examples, and overlooked the criminal in the captive. Upon these principles your prisoners, whose lives by the law of the land are destined to the cord, have hitherto been treated with care and kindness, and more comfortably lodged than the King's troops in the hospitals ; indiscriminately it is true, for I acknowledge no rank that is not derived from the...
Stran xxxvi - Mr. Brevoort was asked by Scott respecting the authorship of certain verses on the battle of Eutaw, which he had seen in a magazine, and had by heart, and which he knew were American. He was told that they were by Freneau, when he remarked. The poem is as fine a thing as there is of the kind in the language.
Stran 159 - These poor little creatures were all in a flame, To the lands of America urging their claim, Still biting, or stinging, or spreading their sails, — For Vulcan had formed them with stings in their tails " So poor and so lean, you might count all their ribs,' Yet were so enraptured with crackers and squibs, That Vulcan with laughter almost split asunder — ' Because they imagined their crackers were thunder.
Stran 24 - From a royal king Log, with his tooth-full of brains, Who dreams, and is certain (when taking a nap) He has conquered our lands, as they lay on his map. From a kingdom that bullies, and hectors, and swears, We send up to heaven our wishes and prayers That we, disunited, may freemen be still, And Britain go on — to be damned if she will.
Stran xxv - Or, cobler-like, the parfon will be drunk, Worth makes the man, and want of it, the fellow; The reft is all but leather or prunella.
Stran 134 - If goodness rules thy generous breast, Sigh for the wasted rural reign; Sigh for the shepherds, sunk to rest! Stranger, their humble graves adorn...
Stran 111 - You may then be assured the king's prospects are bad. But when B and C with their armies are taken, This king will do well if he saves his own bacon. In the year seventeen hundred and eighty and two...
Stran 135 - Now rest in peace, our patriot band ; Though far from nature's limits thrown, We trust they find a happier land, A brighter sunshine of their own.
Stran 176 - Helmsman, bear us down upon her, Gunner, give the word to fire!" Then yardarm and yardarm meeting, Strait began the dismal fray. Cannon mouths, each other greeting, Belched their smoky flames away: Soon the langrage, grape and chain shot. That from Barney's cannons flew, Swept the Monk, and cleared each round top.