Travels in Trinidad During the Months of February, March, and April, 1803: In a Series of Letters, Addressed to a Member of the Imperial Parliament of Great Britain

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PÓgina 27 - Altama murmurs to their woe. Far different there from all that charm'd before, The various terrors of that horrid shore; Those blazing suns that dart a downward ray, And fiercely shed intolerable day; Those matted woods where birds forget to sing, But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling...
PÓgina 28 - Where the dark scorpion gathers death around; Where at each step the stranger fears to wake The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake; Where crouching tigers wait their hapless prey, And savage men, more murd'rous stilL than they; While oft in whirls the mad tornado flies, Mingling the ravaged landscape with the skies.
PÓgina 12 - And telling me, the sovereign'st thing on earth Was parmaceti, for an inward bruise; And that it was great pity, so it was, That villainous salt-petre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and, but for these vile guns, He would himself have been a soldier.
PÓgina 12 - Omnipotent. Ay me! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain; Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the Throne of Hell With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery: such joy ambition finds.
PÓgina 45 - Here let me sit in sorrow for mankind, Like yon neglected shrub at random cast, That shades the steep, and sighs at every blast.
PÓgina 68 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen ; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
PÓgina 29 - But me, not destined such delights to share, My prime of life in wandering spent, and care; Impelled, with steps unceasing, to pursue Some fleeting good, that mocks me with the view, That, like the circle bounding earth and skies, Allures from far, yet, as I follow, flies : My fortune leads to traverse realms alone, And find no spot of all the world my own.
PÓgina 11 - Out of my grief and my impatience, Answer'd neglectingly I know not what, He should, or he should not; for he made me mad, To see him shine so brisk and smell so sweet, And talk so like a waiting-gentlewoman...
PÓgina 11 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword. Came there a certain lord, neat, trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom; and his chin, new reap'd, Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
PÓgina 11 - He was perfumed like a milliner, And 'twixt his finger and his thumb he held A pouncet-box, which ever and anon He gave his nose and took't away again; Who therewith angry, when it next came there, Took it in snuff: and still he smil'd and talk'd; And as the soldiers bore dead bodies by, He call'd them untaught knaves, unmannerly, To bring a slovenly unhandsome corpse Betwixt the wind and his nobility.

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