Speeches, Poems, and Miscellaneous Writings: On Subjects Connected with Temperance and the Liquor Traffic

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J. P. Jewett, 1849 - 200 páginas
Contains several original poems by the author (an amusing collection) and an advertisement of Temperance Hotels and Eating Houses in Boston and Worcester.

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Página 3 - Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake; 'tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, 'Give me some drink, Titinius', As a sick girl.
Página 64 - For who, to dumb Forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er resigned, Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day, Nor cast one longing lingering look behind?
Página 83 - Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake : • Eye of newt, and toe of frog, Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, Adder's fork, and blind- worm's sting, Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing, For a charm of powerful trouble, Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. All. Double, double toil and trouble ; Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. 3 Witch. Scale of dragon, tooth of wolf; Witches...
Página 3 - tis true, this god did shake : His coward lips did from their color fly ; And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre. I did hear him groan : Ay, and that tongue of his, that bade the Romans Mark him, and write his speeches in their books, Alas ! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Página 139 - Shall tongues be mute, when deeds are wrought Which well might shame extremes! hell ? Shall freemen lock the indignant thought ? Shall Pity's bosom cease to swell ? Shall Honor bleed? — shall Truth succumb ? Shall pen, and press, and soul be dumb...
Página 130 - Now, since the earth has closed o'er his remains, Turn o'er your book, and count your honest gains. How doth the account for his last week begin? — ' Monday, the twenty-fourth, one quart of gin ! ' A like amount for each succeeding day, Tells on the book, but wears his life away.
Página 113 - Where murder, arson, rape, are brought to pass, With hell-broth vended at three cents a glass. And thus her hands that childless widow wrings, And thus that fratricidal felon swings, While the accessory before the fact Goes free, in goods and character intact. Look on yon alms-house, where from day to day The grave seems cheated of its lawful prey ; Mark well those squalid paupers, and declare What brought nineteen in twenty of them there. Could but the truth upon the canvas glow, The force of fancy...
Página 131 - A like amount, for each succeeding day, Tells on the book, but wears his life away. Saturday's charge makes out the account complete, "Tow cloth, five yards, to make a winding sheet.

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