The Vicissitudes of Commerce. A Tale of the Cotton Trade, Volumen1

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Saunders and Otley, 1852

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Página 150 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long! She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love and virgin shame; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name.
Página 86 - Like leaves on trees the race of man is found, Now green in youth, now withering on the ground : Another race the following spring supplies, They fall successive, and successive rise ; So generations in their course decay, 185 So flourish these, when those are past away.
Página 64 - But times are altered; trade's unfeeling train Usurp the land and dispossess the swain...
Página 1 - Who ever asked the witnesses' high race, Whose oath with martyrdom did Stephen grace? Ours was a Levite, and as times went then, His tribe were God Almighty's gentlemen.
Página 16 - Th' invention all admir'd, and each, how he To be th' inventor miss'd, so easy it seem'd Once found, which yet unfound most would have thought...
Página 42 - By mutual confidence, and mutual aid, Great deeds are done, and great discoveries made . The wise new prudence from the wise acquire And one brave hero fans another's fire.
Página 61 - And young and old come forth to play On a sun-shine holy-day, Till the livelong day-light fail...
Página 64 - And every want to luxury allied, And every pang that folly pays to pride. Those gentle hours that plenty bade to bloom, Those calm desires that...
Página 129 - Urge by their fathers' fame, their future praise. Forget we now our state and lofty birth ; Not titles here, but works, must prove our worth. To labour is the lot of man below ; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
Página 200 - In wild excess the vulgar breast takes fire, Till, buried in debauch, the bliss expire. But not their joys alone thus coarsely flow — Their morals, like their pleasures, are but low ; For, as refinement stops, from sire to son Unalter'd, unimprov'd the manners run — And love's and friendship's finely pointed dart Fall blunted from each indurated heart.

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