Sonnets, Original and Translated by Charles JohnstonSonnets, Original and Translated by Charles Johnston

Sonnets, Original and Translated

byCharles Johnston

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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.1823 Excerpt: ... SONNET LX. CHARLES DESERTS ITALY. Prophet of Florence, read thy prophecy! Is this whom thou foretold'st at Heav'n's command Sent forth, with the avenging fan in hand, To sweep, and purge all places low and high? See! sunk in indolence and luxury He wakens but to vex the afflicted land; And now, when dangers press, his own true band He leaves ill-match'd to fight, in vain to die. Just Heav'n! how vile, contemptible a thing, Destruction o'er the beauteous world can spread! And brave men bow'd before this dastard king, And France for him her blood, and treasure shed! And centuries of shame and suffering Have seen on Italy the spoiler tread! SONNET LXI. TAKEN FROM HABAKKUK, CHAP. III. It had but recently occurred to the author that he might find subjects for his graver Sonnets in the sacred Scriptures, (he was perhaps the first that has done so) when he sunk under the disease by which he had been so long afflicted. From Paran God came down to quell the proud; The wasting pestilence before him strode; Consuming fire beneath his footsteps glow'd; He stood, and measur'd Earth; he look'd, and bow'd The everlasting mountains, and the crowd Of nations fled in terror; where they stood The sun and moon were stay'd; the ocean-flood Trembled, and lifted up his voice aloud. To free thy chosen race from heathen thrall O Lord, thou cam'st in dreadful majesty; And I will trust in thee, tho' fig and vine Bear not; the olive fail; in fold and stall Perish the flocks and herds; yet still will I Fear not, reposing on thy word divine. SONNET LXII. TAKEN FROM ISAIAH, CHAP. 47. From thy high place, Daughter of Babylon, Come down, unbind the diadem from thy hair, Thy delicate and tender feet make bare, And for thy garments shame and grief put on; Lady of kingdoms, thy dominion's gon...
Title:Sonnets, Original and TranslatedFormat:PaperbackDimensions:24 pages, 9.69 × 7.44 × 0.05 inPublished:February 8, 2012Publisher:General Books LLCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0217054285

ISBN - 13:9780217054287