The conference. The author. The duellist. Gotham. The candidate. The farewell. The times. Independence. Fragment of journey

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Page 232 - I hear, and hate — be England what she will, With all her faults she is my country still.
Page 234 - Those passions which we cannot choose but feel, There's a strange something, which, without a brain, Fools feel, and which e'en wise men can't explain, Planted in man to bind him to that earth, In dearest ties, from whence he drew his birth.
Page 58 - Of one who, honour'd through the land, For Freedom made a glorious stand, Whose chief, perhaps his only, crime Is, (if plain Truth at such a time May dare her sentiments to tell) That he his country loves too well : May he — but words are all too weak The feelings of my heart to speak — May he — 0 for a noble curse Which might his very marrow pierce—- The general contempt engage, And be the Martin of his age.
Page 159 - In fuch refolves, doth paflion make a flaw, And bring to nothing, what was rais'd to law ? In empire young, fcarce warm on GOTHAM'S throne, The dangers and the fweets of pow'r unknown, Pleas'd, tho...
Page 82 - And make himfelf a man of note, He in defence of Scripture wrote . So long he wrote, and long about it, That e'en believers 'gan to doubt it : He wrote too of the Inward Light, Tho...
Page 295 - Judgment grac'd, Of Virtue far above temptation's Reach, And Honour, which not malice can impeach? Believe it not— 'twas NATURE'S...
Page 25 - Whilst in the vale of Ignorance below, Folly and Vice to rank luxuriance grow; Honours and wealth pour in on every side, And proud Preferment rolls her golden tide.
Page 12 - Fond man, believe it not ; experience tells 'Tis not thy virtue, but thy pride rebels. Think, (and for once lay by thy lawless pen) Think, and confess thyself like other men ; Think but one hour, and, to thy conscience led By Reason's hand, bow down and hang thy head : Think on...
Page 41 - Condemn'd (whilst proud and pamper'd sons of lawn, Cramm'd to the throat, in lazy plenty yawn) In pomp of reverend beggary to' appear, To pray and starve on forty pounds a year.
Page 119 - All, One and All, shall in this Chorus join, And dumb to others' praise, be loud in Mine. Rejoice, Ye happy GOTHAMITES, rejoice; Lift up your voice on high, a mighty voice...

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