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... , nor birds sweetly sing- ing , Can sooth the sad bosom of joyless despair . The deed that I dar'd , could it merit their malice ? A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills , and his right are 6 EXERCISES.
... , nor birds sweetly sing- ing , Can sooth the sad bosom of joyless despair . The deed that I dar'd , could it merit their malice ? A king and a father to place on his throne ? His right are these hills , and his right are 6 EXERCISES.
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... throne ; And shut the gate of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide ; To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame ; Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame ! Yet , even ...
... throne ; And shut the gate of mercy on mankind ; The struggling pangs of conscious Truth to hide ; To quench the blushes of ingenuous Shame ; Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame ! Yet , even ...
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... throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead : and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the general ...
... throne , In rayless majesty , now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world . Silence , how dead : and darkness , how profound ! Nor eye , nor list'ning ear , an object finds ; Creation sleeps . " Tis as the general ...
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... throne of Hell . With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd , The lower still I 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 ...
... throne of Hell . With diadem and sceptre high advanc'd , The lower still I 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 ...
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... throne the vivid planets roll , And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole , O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed , And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales , the rocks in prospect rise , A flood of glory ...
... throne the vivid planets roll , And stars unnumber'd gild the glowing pole , O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed , And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales , the rocks in prospect rise , A flood of glory ...
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Page 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Page 50 - 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: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
Page 42 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 42 - When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
Page 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
Page 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
Page 58 - 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.