The Life and Correspondence of M.G. Lewis: With Many Pieces in Prose and Verse, Never Before Published, Volume 1

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Halaman 38 - Ha ! com'st thou now so late, to mock A wanderer's banish'd heart forlorn ? Now that his frame the lightning shock Of sun-rays tipp'd with death has borne; From love, from friendship, country torn, To memory's fond regrets the prey ! Vile slave! thy yellow dross I scorn:— Go, mix thee with thy kindred clay.
Halaman 38 - cross'd the tedious ocean wave, To roam in climes unkind and new. The cold Wind of the stranger blew, Chill on my wither'd heart—the grave, Dark and untimely, met my view, And all for thee, vile yellow slave ! Ha ! com'st thou now so late, to mock A wanderer's banish'd heart forlorn ? Now that his frame the lightning shock Of sun-rays
Halaman 37 - That once so bright on fancy play'd, Revives no more in after time ! Far from my sacred natal clime, I haste to an untimely grave, The daring thoughts that soar'd sublime Are sunk in ocean's southern wave. • * * * For thee, for
Halaman 228 - the cause of affixing charges -on his subsequent writings, which they were in many instances far from deserving. In reference to " Alfonso," he observed, " To the assertion that my play is stupid, I have nothing to object; if it be found so, even let it so be said. But if, as was most falsely asserted of
Halaman 233 - Garden present such a picture of agitation and dismay. Ladies bathed in tears—others fainting—and some shrieking with terror—while such of the audience as were able to avoid demonstrations like these, sat aghast, with pale horror painted on their countenances. It is said, that the very box-keepers took fright, less, perhaps, at the occurrences on
Halaman 240 - high in air ! Horror !—the reptile strikes his tooth Deep in my heart, so crush'd and sad : Ay !—laugh, ye fiends !—I feel the truth ! Tis done ! 'tis done ! [With a loud shriek.] I'm
Halaman 238 - sure a dream ?—some fancy vain ! [Proudly.] I—I, the child of rank and wealth ! Am I the wretch who clanks this chain, Deprived of freedom, friends, and health ? Oh ! while I count those blessings
Halaman 147 - and in my office holy Consume the day. This rock my shield when storms are blowing, The limpid streamlet yonder flowing Supplying drink, the earth bestowing My simple food; But few enjoy the calm I know in This desert rude. Content and comfort bless me more in This grot, than e'er I felt before in A palace; and, with thoughts still soaring To God on high, Each
Halaman 30 - not, To crown with honour thee and Walter Scott! Again, all hail! if tales like thine may please, Saint Luke alone can vanquish the disease. Even Satan's self with thee might dread to dwell, And in thy skull discern a deeper hell."*
Halaman 136 - which, as the result proved, was not in this case without its reward. " They say," he observes, " that practice makes perfect; if so, I shall one day be a perfect author, for I practise most furiously. What do you think of my having written in the space of ten weeks, a romance of between three and four hundred pages

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