Introductory View of Short-Hand, with a Critical Examination of Its Moral Influence on the Mind and Character (Paperback)

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.1827 Excerpt: ... SECOND PEASANT. And yet we'll look for him, And pipe our mountain songs and solemn airs, To which he often listens with delight. And praises us although our rustic finger Knows no division of the learned sort. FIRST PEASANT. Come then to the search, and thou, O God, Who didst inspire the ruddy shepherd's harp To lull the gloomy soul of Israel's king, Breathe on our simple instruments the spirit Of peace and consolation. They go out. JUBAL. My stony heart is broken; now my eyes Do ope their sluices for a flood of tears; But ah, it profits not the deadly wound Smarts more for bleeding, and the shaft remains Plunged in the sore--I feel it--Oh my soul, How art thou fallen how upon thy pride Scorn tramples, and insulting infamy Fixes its burning seal. My brain, my brain Is hot with shame, shame infinite; my ears Tingle with cutting gibes and sharp assault Of winged words, and all the world conjoined Laughs at me and insults me: --" there he lies, "There lies the saint, look how his golden crown "Is sullied, torn, and trampled in the dust " I can't escape: my paths are hedged in, Huge walls encompass me, and from their tops Conscience pours thick her whizzing storm of shafts To wound me in my prison-house; my soul Is drunk with bitterness, the wormwood cup Is drained to its tremendous dregs, I reel And stagger with excess of heavy woe. A brazen cloud shuts out the blessed skies, The host of heaven and all the lamps on high, And Hope, the morning-star, are quite extinct; And I am left alone to wander on Rayless, uncomforted All friends, all ancient thoughts of love this day I do relinquish, even her whose memory Will never, never quit my soul But hark along the cheerful winds are driven Sounds of sweet song and mountain melody--.--But yesterday This would hav...