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Updated: May 25, 2025
I would have given anything to have got to the bottom of it; and that, not out of curiosity, 'tis so low a principle of enquiry, in general, I would not purchase the gratification of it with a two- sous piece; but a secret, I thought, which so soon and so certainly soften'd the heart of every woman you came near, was a secret at least equal to the philosopher's stone; had I both the Indies, I would have given up one to have been master of it.
"These fertile plains, that soften'd vale, Were once the birthright of the Gael; The stranger came with iron hand, And from our fathers reft the land." While holding in profound respect these illustrious names, the writer ventures to ask for a modification of this verdict. Were they also English in blood? The evidence upon which the accepted theory is founded is twofold.
Poor, heart-broken mourner! thy tears faster flow, Time can bring no oblivion to banish thy woe; The sorrows of others are soften'd by years. Ah, what now remains for thy portion but tears? Anxieties ceaseless, renew'd day by day, While thy heart yearns for one who is ever away. No hope speeds thy thoughts as they traverse the wave To the far-distant land of the exile and slave.
The soften'd chief with kind compassion view'd, And dried the falling drops, and thus pursued: "Andromache, my soul's far better part, Why with untimely sorrows heaves thy heart? No hostile hand can antedate my doom, Till fate condemns me to the silent tomb.
There were two things very singular in this, which set my brain to work, and to no purpose: the first was, why the man should ONLY tell his story to the sex; and, secondly, what kind of story it was, and what species of eloquence it could be, which soften'd the hearts of the women, which he knew 'twas to no purpose to practise upon the men.
But when their trembling hoofs had burst the chain, And soften'd milky clouds of hardned rain; So quick the melted snows to rivers run, That soon a deluge from the mountains sprung. But thus you'd think 'twere done by fates decrees, For the flood stopt, and billows rising freeze, And yielding waves but now are rocks of ice.
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