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... thou hearest , but which it does not follow that thou canst understand ; and whatever I have confessed may be divulged without sacrilege . ” — He then describes his symbolic dress . And we learn from the Plutus of Aristophanes , that ...
... thou hearest , but which it does not follow that thou canst understand ; and whatever I have confessed may be divulged without sacrilege . ” — He then describes his symbolic dress . And we learn from the Plutus of Aristophanes , that ...
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... Thou dost a blazing flambeau bear ! Like a heavenly star with far - darting ray Thou lightest the bosom of night with thy day ! Our garden a glittering region appears ; Our aged forget their decays and their years , And quiver with joy ...
... Thou dost a blazing flambeau bear ! Like a heavenly star with far - darting ray Thou lightest the bosom of night with thy day ! Our garden a glittering region appears ; Our aged forget their decays and their years , And quiver with joy ...
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... thou mayst bear the glorious news until thou findest his deceased father Cleodomus : then tell him that his son , in the valleys of the illustrious Pisa , has crowned his youthful locks with a coronal 66 ++ * Olym : vii . † Ib . i ...
... thou mayst bear the glorious news until thou findest his deceased father Cleodomus : then tell him that his son , in the valleys of the illustrious Pisa , has crowned his youthful locks with a coronal 66 ++ * Olym : vii . † Ib . i ...
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... thou lead us , a people who fight not for mercenary hire , but only for renown , -agsins , virtue ! When once this Addison . + Herod : Era : 232 . Herod : Uran : 298 . feeling decayed , they sunk into a tribe of prize ON THE OLYMPIC ...
... thou lead us , a people who fight not for mercenary hire , but only for renown , -agsins , virtue ! When once this Addison . + Herod : Era : 232 . Herod : Uran : 298 . feeling decayed , they sunk into a tribe of prize ON THE OLYMPIC ...
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... Thou hast a joyous tale to hear ! How will thy streets ring again , and thy battlements be crowded , when Crison returns to thee , the third time victor in the running course ! -Who has thy right to gaze around , immortal Phidias ...
... Thou hast a joyous tale to hear ! How will thy streets ring again , and thy battlements be crowded , when Crison returns to thee , the third time victor in the running course ! -Who has thy right to gaze around , immortal Phidias ...
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Page 192 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Page 217 - Sleep no more! Macbeth does murder sleep" — the innocent sleep, Sleep that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great Nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast — Lady M. What do you mean? Macb. Still it cried "Sleep no more!
Page 405 - The which observed, a man may prophesy, With a near aim, of the main chance of things As yet not come to life, which in their seeds And weak beginnings lie intreasured.
Page 34 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill : But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death. The garlands wither on your brow, Then boast no more your mighty deeds ; Upon Death's purple altar now See, where the victor-victim bleeds : Your heads must come To the cold tomb ; Only the actions of the just Smell sweet,...
Page 263 - When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat, and trimly dress'd, Fresh as a bridegroom, and his chin new reap'd Show'd like a stubble-land at harvest-home.
Page 153 - But words are things, and a small drop of ink, Falling like dew upon a thought, produces That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.
Page 48 - My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded ; and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew ; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalian bulls ; Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells, Each under each.
Page 207 - Horatio, what a wounded name, Things standing thus unknown, shall live behind me. If thou didst ever hold me in thy heart, Absent thee from felicity awhile, And in this harsh world draw thy breath in pain, To tell my story.
Page 213 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 214 - For in my way it lies. Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires: The eye wink at the hand; yet let that be Which the eye fears, when it is done, to see.