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. 1829 Excerpt: ... my fate--The fate of younger brothers--as thou know'st, Had bound me to the ranks of war: I left My father's house, and all its inmates dear; Sharp was the pang! but oh! the sharper pang When to the maiden of my heart I bade Farewell! Years, full of sternest strife And bloodiest peril, since have roll'd along, --And ...
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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. 1829 Excerpt: ... my fate--The fate of younger brothers--as thou know'st, Had bound me to the ranks of war: I left My father's house, and all its inmates dear; Sharp was the pang! but oh! the sharper pang When to the maiden of my heart I bade Farewell! Years, full of sternest strife And bloodiest peril, since have roll'd along, --And my sweet cousin, does she love me still? Will she glad hail her soldier from the wars? Or reigns some trim and polish'd son of peace In that heart where her wanderer once was Lord? Would that I knew! Irv.. Well, in a little time You will know. Got. But meanwhile my heart--My restless heart, that medium never knew, Is rack'd with the extremes of hope and fear;--And nearer as my steps approach the goal Of certainty, the more my fears increase, Stunning my soul with hollow mutterings That seem to bode of her inconstancy. Irv. Why such vain, dark, ungenerous surmises? You may be very constant;--here and there Such wondrous things as constancy in man Perhaps may be: for me, I must confess I am no turtle-dove--I could well be M In love with twenty in a month;--but yon--If love occasions love, sure constancy May spring from constancy, and your fair maid Must be unchanging. Gor. Could I but believe That it might be--that 'tis so! Irv. You a lover! There is but little chivalry, I ween In such suspicions! What, will you not own, That purest, loftiest love, fidelity, All unimpeachable in every thought, The unmix'd essence of each several virtue, Yet blended all in one harmonious whole, Belong--nay, cannot but belong--to woman? And dare you think her fickle? Gor. Mock me not. This doubting, sinking, weary mood of mind, If 'tis a fault, 'tis its own punishment. If less my love, less were my hopes and fears. Well, well; 'twill soon be o'er: An hour or two Wil..
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