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his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some rock, he gazes upon the trembling waterfall with a vacant eye; he views without emotion the glory of the setting sun. Slowly he returns to his cell at evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival: he has no comfort in his solitary meal : he throws himself upon his coucli of moss, despondent and dissatisfied; and wakes only to pass a day as joyless and monotonous as the former.
Lewis.
That which Alexander sigh'd for;
That which Cajsar's soul possess'd;
That which heroes, kings have died for,
Glory—animates my breast.
Montgomery.
That which Cajsar's soul possess'd;
That which heroes, kings have died for,
Glory—animates my breast.
Montgomery.
High minds, of native pride, and force,
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have;
Thou art the torturer of the brave!
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel;
Even while they writhe beneath the smart
Of civil conflict in the heart.
Scott.
Most deeply feel thy pangs, Remorse!
Fear, for their scourge, mean villains have;
Thou art the torturer of the brave!
Yet fatal strength they boast to steel
Their minds to bear the wounds they feel;
Even while they writhe beneath the smart
Of civil conflict in the heart.
Scott.
Frank in his temper, ingenuous in his sentiments, quickly offended, but easily appeased; irritated by any appearance of disrespect, but melted by a concession,a
