 | English poetry - 1806 - 540 pages
...hand for the death-doing blast. Mark that mother, that monster, that shame, and that curse, See her child hang, dead drunk, at the breast of its nurse, As it drops from the arm, mark her stupefy'd stare ! Till she wakes with a yell, and a laugh of despair. Is this the... | |
 | William Drennan - 1815 - 254 pages
...at the last, And the dram nerves his hand for a death-doing blast. Mark that mother, that monster, that shame, and that curse! See the child hang dead...of its nurse ! As it drops from her arm, mark her stupify'd stare ! Then she wakes with a yell, and a shriek of despair. Is this the civility promis'd... | |
 | Music - 1821 - 566 pages
...death-doing blast Mark that mother, that monster, that shame, and that curse, See her child hang dead-drunk at the breast of its nurse, As it drops from her arm, mark her stupify'd stare, 'Till she wakes with a yell and a laugh of despair. Is this the Civility promis'd... | |
 | American periodicals - 1855 - 846 pages
...ossified heart hates itself at the last, Ami the drum nerves his baud fora death-doing blast. Mark that monster, that mother, that shame, and that curse ;...of its nurse ! As it drops from her arm, mark her stupefied Bture ! — Then she wakes with a yell, and a shriek of despair. Drink, Erin! drink deep... | |
 | James J. Gaskin - Dalkey (Ireland) - 1874 - 520 pages
...death-doing blast. Mark that mother, that monster, that shame, and that curse See the child hangdead drunk at the breast of its nurse! As it drops from her arm, mark her stupify'd stare ! Then she wakes with a yell, and a shriek of despair. Is this the civility promis'd... | |
 | English literature - 1871 - 908 pages
...reality of which we hope ia not of ten to bo seen nowa-days : Mark that mother, that monster, that ahame, and that curse, See the child hang dead drunk at the...Then she wakes with a yell, and a shriek of despair. And these lines which headdresses in bitter irony to his country will be her normal condition aslong... | |
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As it drops from her arm, mark her stupify'd stare ! Then she wakes with a yell, and a shriek of despair. Is this the civility promis'd our nation? This the Union— dissolv'd in a cup of damnation— "Which our Chancellor Comus extols as divine, To train... 