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. 1825 Excerpt: ... glee, Some strain of plaintive melody Stole in, and by its beauteous measure, Infus'd diversity of pleasure: And Moore's enchanting beauties fell, On every heart--yes Erin's shell, That even in mirth calls forth the sigh, Of melancholy sympathy, By turns did breathe--did sweetly breathe And sanctified their festive ...
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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. 1825 Excerpt: ... glee, Some strain of plaintive melody Stole in, and by its beauteous measure, Infus'd diversity of pleasure: And Moore's enchanting beauties fell, On every heart--yes Erin's shell, That even in mirth calls forth the sigh, Of melancholy sympathy, By turns did breathe--did sweetly breathe And sanctified their festive wreath. Thus they moved on the happy hour, While fast without fell th' heavy shower; But board well filled, and fire-side warm, They heeded not the harmless storm; Beneath their shed was pleasure's light; Above the horrors of the night. Two humourous songs so called. That was an hour of life's fruition, A friendly social coalition; Nor envy there could taint the soul, Nor malice sour the rosy bowl; No, all the venom'd reptile kind, They shut upon the stormy wind, And sparkling bowl and music's power, Improved the heart and pass'd the hour. Say Cynics--who dipp'd most in sin, Was't you without, or they within? Speak--who are proof to Pleasure's bribe Ye envious, sterile, stiff-neck'd tribe, Go there and learn--if you can bend, For life is ne'er too late to mend. How John got home I will not say, To break their joys is not for me, Nor shall I by my rhyme or jest, Disturb for nought his next day's rest; But meet him as I ought to do, At th' Horse Guards in a day or two. Well, at the very time, he came, Placed on the levee-list his name, c Waited at least an hour or two, (Too much for one from Waterloo;)' But stands at last (in dire alarms, ) Before the pride of England's arms. Poor Cousin stammer'd, and in vain, He tried his business to explain; But the kind manners of the chief, Came to his fettered tongue's relief, And John soon found that he address'd The mildest chief, the noblest--best That ever deign'd to smile upon A supplicating subaltern: A...
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Add this copy of My Cousin in the Army... to cart. $61.87, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2011 by Nabu Press.
