{"product_id":"consolations-of-solitude-paperback","title":"Consolations of Solitude ... - Paperback","description":"\u003cdiv\u003e\u003cp style=\"text-align: right;\"\u003e\u003ca href=\"https:\/\/reportcopyrightinfringement.com\/\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"nofollow\"\u003e\u003cb\u003eReport copyright infringement\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/a\u003e\u003c\/p\u003e\u003c\/div\u003e\u003cp\u003eby \u003cb\u003eJohn Witt Randall\u003c\/b\u003e (Author)\u003c\/p\u003e\u003cp\u003ePurchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THE DYING VISION OF BENEDICT ARNOLD. Come, pierce this bosom, welcome death! No enemy thou art; Thou stiflest but the hated breath Of one, whose broken heart No refuge finds but in despair; Abhorred, detested, every where. Where'er I go, men frown on me; I walk like Cain on earth; All shudder when my face they see; Even in the halls of mirth, At sight of me, the voices gay In secret whispers die away. When on some gala day I hear Men cry, God save the king! The very mob, if I come near, Point at the hated thing, Shrink at my vile name's very sound, And empty space straight girds me round. O that in hot pursuit close pressed, I might but make my stand, Bare to the stroke a warrior's breast, And lift a warrior's hand, And, bravely fighting with my foes, Hail the swift shot that brought repose! But no ! I must not feel man's wrath; My fate is more forlorn; Each hastes in horror from my path, Or stares in silent scorn; And if a soldier meet my glance, He turns his back as I advance. If to my thoughts for peace I turn, Still peace and I must part; A hungry, never-dying worm Is gnawing at my heart; And conscience' self proclaims my ban, Forever whispering, Thou'rt the man. When quiet night outspreads her wings, I blush beneath the moon; Refreshing morn no solace brings, Nor the bright blaze of noon. The very sun, as if in wrath, Frowns like a shadow on my path.Scarce do I deem, when I am dead I shall escape despair; If in the grave I make my bed, Can there be peace even there, For one, with whom the good, the just, Deign not to mingle, even in dust ? Were there but hope to die unknown, That when the sexton's hand Placed o'er my grave a nameless stone, I, in the stranger's l...\u003c\/p\u003e\n            \u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eNumber of Pages:\u003c\/strong\u003e 268\u003c\/div\u003e\n            \u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003eDimensions:\u003c\/strong\u003e 0.56 x 9.21 x 6.14 IN\u003c\/div\u003e\n            \u003cdiv\u003e\n\u003cstrong\u003ePublication Date:\u003c\/strong\u003e September 13, 2006\u003c\/div\u003e\n            ","brand":"BooksCloud","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":53425684054323,"sku":"9781425523602","price":47.3,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0300\/5595\/6612\/files\/Lq_AtRW15h9781425523602.webp?v=1780520123","url":"https:\/\/www.vysn.com\/products\/consolations-of-solitude-paperback","provider":"VYSN","version":"1.0","type":"link"}