This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 Excerpt: ...to rush Upon his victim, as the tiger springs Upon.his prey--so stands he! But behold--Justwhere the glittering rainbow spans the Heavens, The Cross appears! and suddenly descend The thunderbolts of God--Lo! where they strike The Tempter falls, and with him falls the lure With which he tempted--while the dying one ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1834 Excerpt: ...to rush Upon his victim, as the tiger springs Upon.his prey--so stands he! But behold--Justwhere the glittering rainbow spans the Heavens, The Cross appears! and suddenly descend The thunderbolts of God--Lo! where they strike The Tempter falls, and with him falls the lure With which he tempted--while the dying one Struggles his last; he glances once below, And dies--but in expiring he becomes Eternal--for the eyes which close on earth, Re-open to the blessed light of heaven! END OF BOOK THE SECOND. BOOK THE THIRD. The ensanguin'd field was cumber'd with the dead, And darker still, the dying! All around Were scattered weapons bloody from the strife, And quivering limbs, and wretches breathing out Their groans of anguish, where none paused to catch The fleeting breath, and echo back the sigh. Beneath the slain they lay; their oozing blood Escaping drop by drop from every wound, Awaiting death in their despair of help. And broken swords were there, and shiver'd spears Still grasp'd by sever'd hands; while with mad haste, Dilated nostril, and expanded eye, Gallop'd the war-steeds, riderless and wild, Among the fall'n; or haply, stretch'd beside The master they had lov'd, they slept in death His pillow, or his covering! On the earth Lay the artillery of the Free--the guns That tyranny had turn'd against the cause They had been brought to aid; which, as endow'd With soul and feeling--rather than work out The ruin of that cause, and carry death To their own ranks--had burst! But vain the task To paint the thousand horrors of the field; The woe--the treason--the despair--the death! He only can compute it, he, the lost Desolate parent, who in his old age Bends his grey hairs in sorrow to the grave-ur the bereav'd one who with bursting heart Calls the betroth'd to gr...
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Add this copy of The Plague: a Poem. the Engl. Version By Miss Pardoe to cart. $56.29, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2016 by Palala Press.
