ISBN: 9780217325141

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1806 edition. Excerpt: ... triumph can bestow, And not less terrible than death itself., _ This night, the last that he shall walk at large, X&r v_: J/ This night shall be his triumph or his fall. If these grave elders, who conspire his death, 75 These reverend priests revolt not from the deed, That casts on them, their function and their tribe The peril of his blood, why should my heart Shrink from it''s purpose? What have I to fear In act subordinate, in cause supreme, 80 Traitor prejudg''d, of uncommitted crimes Arraign''d, and thrown upon the world condemn''dl More he had said, but, like a serpent coil''d, With sudden start he shrunk into himself, And list'' ning held his breath to catch the sound 85 Of steps, that echoing o''er the flinty soil Bespoke a company in near approach: With these the Master''s well-known voice he heard; Whereat, like murd''rous Cain when call''d of God, The cow''riog conscious outcast slunk aside, 90 And wrapp''d his russet cloak about his head, Then darkling stood; the holy troop meanwhile Forded the shallow brook and held their way Strait to the Olive Mount, their wonted haunt. Forth sprung the lurking caitiff from his watch: 95 The greedy Mammon rush''d upon his heart, Glorying that now he held them in his net, Darkness conspiring with occasions apt Of hour and place to make his vengeance sure. Remorse was dead within him, every sense 100 Of virtue lost, yet in his coward breast Such languor, dread and cold repugnance dwelt, Scarce could the breath of hell''s worst fiend suffice To blow it into flame: Now sudden rage Impell''d him onward; now with palsied fear 105 Struck back, he reel''d and shook in ev''ry joint. This Satan saw, and evermore at hand To drive the wav''ring sinner to his doom, Breath''d all his spi''rit upon him; direr blast Cocytus... Richard Cumberland, Books, History, Calvary Books>History This is an OCR edition without illustrations or index. It may have numerous typos or missing text. However, purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original rare book from GeneralBooksClub.com. You can also preview excerpts from the book there. Purchasers are also entitled to a free trial membership in the General Books Club where they can select from more than a million books without charge. Subjects: History / General;<

ISBN: 9780217325141

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not … Plus…

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1806 edition. Excerpt: ... triumph can bestow, And not less terrible than death itself., _ This night, the last that he shall walk at large, X&r v_: J/ This night shall be his triumph or his fall. If these grave elders, who conspire his death, 75 These reverend priests revolt not from the deed, That casts on them, their function and their tribe The peril of his blood, why should my heart Shrink from it''s purpose? What have I to fear In act subordinate, in cause supreme, 80 Traitor prejudg''d, of uncommitted crimes Arraign''d, and thrown upon the world condemn''dl More he had said, but, like a serpent coil''d, With sudden start he shrunk into himself, And list'' ning held his breath to catch the sound 85 Of steps, that echoing o''er the flinty soil Bespoke a company in near approach: With these the Master''s well-known voice he heard; Whereat, like murd''rous Cain when call''d of God, The cow''riog conscious outcast slunk aside, 90 And wrapp''d his russet cloak about his head, Then darkling stood; the holy troop meanwhile Forded the shallow brook and held their way Strait to the Olive Mount, their wonted haunt. Forth sprung the lurking caitiff from his watch: 95 The greedy Mammon rush''d upon his heart, Glorying that now he held them in his net, Darkness conspiring with occasions apt Of hour and place to make his vengeance sure. Remorse was dead within him, every sense 100 Of virtue lost, yet in his coward breast Such languor, dread and cold repugnance dwelt, Scarce could the breath of hell''s worst fiend suffice To blow it into flame: Now sudden rage Impell''d him onward; now with palsied fear 105 Struck back, he reel''d and shook in ev''ry joint. This Satan saw, and evermore at hand To drive the wav''ring sinner to his doom, Breath''d all his spi''rit upon him; direr blast Cocytus... Richard Cumberland, Books, History, Calvary Books>History, General Books LLC<