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. 1761 edition. Excerpt: ...And broken Slumbers drag the restless Hour. The Murder'd seems alive, and ghastly glares, And in dire Dreams the conscious Murd'rer scares, Shews the yet-spouting Wound, th'ensanguin'd Floor, The Walls yet-sinoaking with the spatter'd Gore; Or shrieks to dozing Justice, and reveals The Deed, which ...
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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. 1761 edition. Excerpt: ...And broken Slumbers drag the restless Hour. The Murder'd seems alive, and ghastly glares, And in dire Dreams the conscious Murd'rer scares, Shews the yet-spouting Wound, th'ensanguin'd Floor, The Walls yet-sinoaking with the spatter'd Gore; Or shrieks to dozing Justice, and reveals The Deed, which fraudful Art from Day conceals; The Delve obscene, where no Suspicion pries, Where the disfigur'd Corse unshrouded lies; The sure, the striking Proof, so strong maintain'd, Pale Guilt starts self-convicted, when arraign'd. These Spirits Treason os its Power divest, And turn die Peril from the Patriot's Breast. Those solemn Thought inspire, or bright descend To snatch in Vision sweet the dying Friend.;But we deceive theGloom, the Matin Bell Summons to Prayer!--Now breaks th'Inchanter's SpelH And now--But yon fair Spirit's Form survey! Tis she! Olympia beckons me away! I haste! I fly!--adieu!--and when you see Tie Youth, who bleeds with Fondness, think on me!, E 4 Tell Tell him my Tale, and be his Pain carest; By Love I tortur'd was, by Love I'm blest. When worihip'd Woman we entranced behold, We praise the Maker in his fairest Mold; The Pride of Nature, Harmony combin'd, And Light immortal to the Soul resin'd! Depriv'd of charming Woman, soon we rniss The Prize of Friendship, and the Life of Blits I Still thro' the Shades Olympia dawning breaks! What Bloom, what Brightness lusters o'er her Cheeks I Again she calls'.--I dare no longer stay! A kind Farewell--Olympia, I obey. He turn'd, nor longer in my Sight remain'd 5 The Mountain he, I safe the Citygain'd. The END of the Third Canto. THE THE WANDERER. A VISION. CANTO IV. STILL o'er my Mind wild Fancy holds her Sway, Still on strange, visionary Land I stray. Now Scenes crowd thick! Now indistinct...
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