André

Captain, you are noted here with honourable Praises. Depend upon that countenance From me, which you have prov'd yourself so richly Meriting. Both for your father's virtues, And...

Kind heaven be thank'd for that I stand alone In this sad hour of life's brief pilgrimage! Single in misery; no one else involving, In grief, in shame, and ruin. 'T is my comfor...

The solemn hour, "when night and morning meet," Mysterious time, to superstition dear, And superstition's guides, now passes by; Deathlike in solitude. The sentinels, In drowsy...

It doth in truth appear, that as a--spy-- Detested word!--brave André must be view'd. His sentence he confesses strictly just. Yet sure a deed of mercy, from _thy_ hand, Could n...

Suspense--uncertainty--man's bane and solace! How racking now to me! My mother comes. Forgive me, O my father! if in this war, This wasting conflict of my wildering passions, Me...