This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1809 edition. Excerpt: ... over the mountain tops; one lofty summit stood alone above the waters. Its sides resounded with the mingled cries of wretches who attempted to ascend, and whom death followed on the dashing wave. Here, a crag, rent from the mountain, fell with its burthen of helpless mortals into the foaming flood; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1809 edition. Excerpt: ... over the mountain tops; one lofty summit stood alone above the waters. Its sides resounded with the mingled cries of wretches who attempted to ascend, and whom death followed on the dashing wave. Here, a crag, rent from the mountain, fell with its burthen of helpless mortals into the foaming flood; there, the wild stream of a torrent hurried down the son, as he was dragging up his dying father, or the despairing mother with the load of her children. Only the highest summit now remained above the deluge. "Semin, a noble youth, to whom the most noble of maidens had sworn eternal love, had saved his beloved Semira on the summit. All else were dead. They stood alone in the howling storm; the waves dash'd over them. Above them growl'd the thunder, and beneath roar'd the furious ocean. Darkness reign'd around, save when the lightning shew'd the horrid scene. Each cloud's dark brow threaten'd vengeance, and each wava roll'd on a thousand corses; it roll'd on with fury, seeking for more destruction.--Semira press'd her beloved to her trembling heart; tears ran with the rain-drops down her faded cheeks. She spoke with a faltering voice.--imagined in the enraptured hours of our love, is vanished. We die;--but O let us not await the universal doom like those who have no hope; and O my beloved, what is the longest, the happiest life? A dew-drop that hangs from the jutting rock, and before the morning sun, falls into the sea.--Raise up thy drooping spirit.--Beyond this life is peace and eternity. Let us not tremble now, as we pass over. Embrace me, and so let us await our destiny. Soon, my Semira, soon shall our souls rise above this desolation; full of feelings of inexpressible happiness shall they arise. O God, hope fills my soul with courage. Yes, ...
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None. Good. A collection of poems, translations and letters from Elizabeth Smith, with a brief biography by H. M. Bowdler. With engraved frontispiece of the author. New edition. Elizabeth Smith (1776–1806) was a scholar and translator. In 1789 she became governess to her siblings and began an influential friendship with Henrietta Maria Bowdler. After Smith's death Bowdler published Fragments in Prose and Verse (1808), a selection of Smith's works interspersed with an account of her life; it ran into many editions. The poems, some in imitation of Ossian, are graceful if unremarkable and her reflections conventional but lively. It is in her flowing translations and philological work that she shines. (DNB) In a half-grained-calf binding with marbled boards. Externally sound, with some wear to the spines and extremities. Joints starting but firm. Internally, firmly bound. Some loss to front endpapers, not affecting the text. Pages are spotted throughout, with some off-setting from the frontis to the endpapers. Good.
