Old favourites from the elder poets, with a few newer friends, a selection by M. SharpeWilliams and Norgate, 1881 - 393 pages |
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... Brutus after the Death of Cæsar Antony's Funeral Oration Hotspur , in Hen . IV . i . 3 Hotspur to his Wife Hotspur and Glendower Henry IV.'s Soliloquy on Sleep Portia - The quality of Mercy Othello's Relation of his Courtship Who steals ...
... Brutus after the Death of Cæsar Antony's Funeral Oration Hotspur , in Hen . IV . i . 3 Hotspur to his Wife Hotspur and Glendower Henry IV.'s Soliloquy on Sleep Portia - The quality of Mercy Othello's Relation of his Courtship Who steals ...
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... heart , with strings of steel , Be soft as sinews of the new - born babe ! - All may be well ! BRUTUS AFTER THE DEATH OF CESAR . Julius Cæsar . 22 [ 1564-1616 Shakespeare . Hamlet-We look before and after The King in Hamlet.
... heart , with strings of steel , Be soft as sinews of the new - born babe ! - All may be well ! BRUTUS AFTER THE DEATH OF CESAR . Julius Cæsar . 22 [ 1564-1616 Shakespeare . Hamlet-We look before and after The King in Hamlet.
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... Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar this is my answer , -Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar were living , and die all slaves ...
... Brutus ' love to Cæsar was no less than his . If then that friend demand why Brutus rose against Cæsar this is my answer , -Not that I loved Cæsar less , but that I loved Rome more . Had you rather Cæsar were living , and die all slaves ...
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... Brutus Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious ; If it were so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answered it . Here , under leave of Brutus , and the rest , — For Brutus is an honourable man : So are they all , all ...
... Brutus Hath told you Cæsar was ambitious ; If it were so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answered it . Here , under leave of Brutus , and the rest , — For Brutus is an honourable man : So are they all , all ...
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... Brutus stabbed ; And , as he plucked his curs - ed steel away , Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it ; As rushing out of doors , to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked , or no ; For Brutus , as you know , was Cæsar's angel ...
... Brutus stabbed ; And , as he plucked his curs - ed steel away , Mark how the blood of Cæsar followed it ; As rushing out of doors , to be resolved If Brutus so unkindly knocked , or no ; For Brutus , as you know , was Cæsar's angel ...
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Page 36 - Tu-who, a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow And coughing drowns the parson's saw And birds sit brooding in the snow And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted...
Page 57 - It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be ; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere : A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see ; And in short measures life may perfect be.
Page 167 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Page 38 - EAR no more the heat o' the sun Nor the furious winter's rages ; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone and ta'en thy wages : Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great, Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak : The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
Page 82 - Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 166 - Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke ; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ! Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor.
Page 16 - The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields To wayward Winter reckoning yields: A honey tongue, a heart of gall, Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.
Page 26 - Caesar lov'd him ! This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For, when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 153 - Peace to all such! but were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires ; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes...
Page 40 - Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate: For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings.