'Hibernica' [Verse]

'Hibernica' [Verse]

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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. 1872 edition. Excerpt: ...Here-lie the bones, the soul is fled, Of him this grave has crammed; We shrink not to pronounce him dead, Though some pronounce him d d. Nor wonder, traveller, when you see Such lines upon his grave. A greater rogue, convinced are we, Ne'er tossed was by a wave. Nor stop this epitaph will here, And truth's invectives spare; We're sure a greater villain ne'er Yet breathed the liquid air. Base envy closed his wrinkled years, Although he wealth p;ssessed; And that he spurned the widow's tears Must truly be confessed. The orphan's cry could rouse him not To sympathise with grief--A sordid liar and a sot, Ne'er known to give relief. Oft females young, it may be told. Fell victims to his flame; Through pimps he bribed with tempting gold For to decoy the same. He sneered at all from home who flee For succour in distress; Nor the benighted traveller he One night did e'er caress. 'Twas at the midnight hour his plan To ruin and betray; For yon bright sun that cheereth can Threw barriers in his way. Smiled when he found beneath his thong Defenceless man to cringe; Where he sustained the slightest wrong, Still prone was for revenge. Deep in his heart deceit did dwell--For through his veins it ran--And all the treacherous vice of hell That could defile the man. He ne'er was seen by human eye Within the house of prayer; How he deceptions would apply Was made his Sabbath's care. When all had failed bright truth to prove That One his sins could bear, Death has thought fit for to remove His worthless body here. But, since he's numbered with the doad, Say where's his soul's dominion: You now his epitaph have read, Just give your own opinion. DARK WAS THE NIGHT, & O'EFBEARING THE GALE. Dark was the night, and o'erbearing the gale, And grief with her shroud must...show more

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  • Paperback | 44 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236551605
  • 9781236551603