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... fall of the Bastille has been told as a secret in the vineyards of Portugal , and among the groves of Spain , and in the patriotic conclaves of the youth of Italy , while it has been loudly and joyfully proclaimed from one end to the ...
... fall of the Bastille has been told as a secret in the vineyards of Portugal , and among the groves of Spain , and in the patriotic conclaves of the youth of Italy , while it has been loudly and joyfully proclaimed from one end to the ...
Pagina 14
... fall ; only supreme In misery . Such joy ambition finds ! But say I could repent , and could obtain , By act of grace , my former state - how soon Would height recall high thoughts - how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore ! Ease ...
... fall ; only supreme In misery . Such joy ambition finds ! But say I could repent , and could obtain , By act of grace , my former state - how soon Would height recall high thoughts - how soon unsay What feign'd submission swore ! Ease ...
Pagina 15
James Hedderwick. Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall ; so shculd I purchase dear Short intermission bought with double smart ! This knows my punisher ; therefore as far From granting he , as I from begging peace ...
James Hedderwick. Which would but lead me to a worse relapse And heavier fall ; so shculd I purchase dear Short intermission bought with double smart ! This knows my punisher ; therefore as far From granting he , as I from begging peace ...
Pagina 48
... fall the notes among , Will echo's airy tones the melody prolong . In the deep stillness of the moonlight grove , Where trembling leaves a chequer'd shadow made , Of yore the fairy - people loved to rove ; And soft as that dim light and ...
... fall the notes among , Will echo's airy tones the melody prolong . In the deep stillness of the moonlight grove , Where trembling leaves a chequer'd shadow made , Of yore the fairy - people loved to rove ; And soft as that dim light and ...
Pagina 52
... fall to Jacob's hire , The skilful shepherd peel'd him certain wands , And , in the doing of the deed of kind , He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes , Who , then conceiving , did in eaning time Fall party - colour'd lambs , and ...
... fall to Jacob's hire , The skilful shepherd peel'd him certain wands , And , in the doing of the deed of kind , He stuck them up before the fulsome ewes , Who , then conceiving , did in eaning time Fall party - colour'd lambs , and ...
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Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes fair father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves wild winds young youth
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Pagina 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Pagina 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Pagina 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Pagina 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Pagina 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Pagina 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Pagina 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Pagina 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Pagina 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Pagina 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?