The League's Convert; A Tragedy [In Verse]. (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. 1847. Excerpt: ... This day shall joyous prove. There must be hope E'en for the weakest in our groaning land, Now hunger's plaint hath pierced to the cold throne, And won thy sympathy. I will dismiss My colleagues o'er the island's length and breadth, A9 missionaries of the pious league, Here form'd by us to nourish Freedom's cause. THEAI, . That young league's weakness must be swath'd in power, To make opponents hearty convertites. Mother, entering.) The King THEAL. Away DEMOCRES. Our acts declare the rest. Blessing on thee THEAL. My love go with our cause. democres and his Mother go out. Conservor enters. KING. Dear Theal, wherefore tarry from my side? My courtiers are dismiss'd; my state laid by, That in my palace I may find a home Meet for an aged man who loves his child. Soft breezes from the shady citron grove Steal between roses cluster'd o'er each porch, And gentle plashes from the distant fount, Whose marble Cupids urge refreshing streams High in clear sunlight to be richly hued, And fall like gems on the broad lotus leaves, Should signify our wonted time to walk Upon the statued terraces, where now Thy peacocks, proudly trimming gorgeous plumes, Prepare to take with due magnificence Accustomed bounty from thy lavish hand. THEAL. Let us go to them. KING. With such laggard steps? O, fie upon thee, darling Canst thou sigh? I would have wager'd acres to a leaf, Sad impulses were plagues unknown to thee. Tell me the matter THEAL. O my King KING. Why " King"? We never clothe our loving speech with pomps. Say, Father. THEAL. A good father I Wicked fault, To slip the holy name none else may use, For title bruited by the common world. Forgive--I merit not to look on thee, Having devis'd false lustre on thy brow. My purpose held no concert with my tongue--Believe me, n...

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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. 1847. Excerpt: ... This day shall joyous prove. There must be hope E'en for the weakest in our groaning land, Now hunger's plaint hath pierced to the cold throne, And won thy sympathy. I will dismiss My colleagues o'er the island's length and breadth, A9 missionaries of the pious league, Here form'd by us to nourish Freedom's cause. THEAI, . That young league's weakness must be swath'd in power, To make opponents hearty convertites. Mother, entering.) The King THEAL. Away DEMOCRES. Our acts declare the rest. Blessing on thee THEAL. My love go with our cause. democres and his Mother go out. Conservor enters. KING. Dear Theal, wherefore tarry from my side? My courtiers are dismiss'd; my state laid by, That in my palace I may find a home Meet for an aged man who loves his child. Soft breezes from the shady citron grove Steal between roses cluster'd o'er each porch, And gentle plashes from the distant fount, Whose marble Cupids urge refreshing streams High in clear sunlight to be richly hued, And fall like gems on the broad lotus leaves, Should signify our wonted time to walk Upon the statued terraces, where now Thy peacocks, proudly trimming gorgeous plumes, Prepare to take with due magnificence Accustomed bounty from thy lavish hand. THEAL. Let us go to them. KING. With such laggard steps? O, fie upon thee, darling Canst thou sigh? I would have wager'd acres to a leaf, Sad impulses were plagues unknown to thee. Tell me the matter THEAL. O my King KING. Why " King"? We never clothe our loving speech with pomps. Say, Father. THEAL. A good father I Wicked fault, To slip the holy name none else may use, For title bruited by the common world. Forgive--I merit not to look on thee, Having devis'd false lustre on thy brow. My purpose held no concert with my tongue--Believe me, n...

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General Books LLC

Country of origin

United States

Release date

February 2012

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First published

February 2012

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246 x 189 x 1mm (L x W x T)

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Paperback - Trade

Pages

56

ISBN-13

978-1-151-42855-4

Barcode

9781151428554

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1-151-42855-8



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