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... sleeps below ? who sleeps below ? — It is a question idle all ! Ask of the breezes , as they blow ; Say , do they heed , or hear thy call ? They murmur in the trees around , And mock thy voice , an empty sound ! A hundred summer suns ...
... sleeps below ? who sleeps below ? — It is a question idle all ! Ask of the breezes , as they blow ; Say , do they heed , or hear thy call ? They murmur in the trees around , And mock thy voice , an empty sound ! A hundred summer suns ...
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... sleep- - the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When 5 * DISTRICT ...
... sleep- - the dead reign there alone . So shalt thou rest ; and what if thou shalt fall Unnoticed by the living , and no friend Take note of thy departure ? All that breathe Will share thy destiny . The gay will laugh When 5 * DISTRICT ...
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... sleep ; And gently from the dewy bowers Soft murmurs , like the breath of flowers , Are winding through the purple grove , And blending with the notes of Love . The streams in veins of silver flow ; The sunrise gale o'er flower and tree ...
... sleep ; And gently from the dewy bowers Soft murmurs , like the breath of flowers , Are winding through the purple grove , And blending with the notes of Love . The streams in veins of silver flow ; The sunrise gale o'er flower and tree ...
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... sleeping wrath awoke ? On your own shores war's ' larum broke ; What turned to gall e'en kindred blood ? Round your own homes th ' oppressor stood : This every warm affection chilled ; This every heart with vengeance thrilled , And ...
... sleeping wrath awoke ? On your own shores war's ' larum broke ; What turned to gall e'en kindred blood ? Round your own homes th ' oppressor stood : This every warm affection chilled ; This every heart with vengeance thrilled , And ...
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... sleeping rocks would raise To guard their dust and speak their praise ; Ye who , should some other band With hostile foot defile the land , Feel that ye , like them , would wake , Like them the yoke of bondage break , Nor leave a battle ...
... sleeping rocks would raise To guard their dust and speak their praise ; Ye who , should some other band With hostile foot defile the land , Feel that ye , like them , would wake , Like them the yoke of bondage break , Nor leave a battle ...
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Page 330 - And Brutus is an honorable man. He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill; Did this in Caesar seem ambitious? 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.
Page 331 - 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...
Page 120 - The isles of Greece, the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. The Scian and the Teian muse, The hero's harp, the lover's lute, Have found the fame your shores refuse: Their place of birth alone is mute To sounds which echo further west Than your sires
Page 158 - Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 179 - TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; " Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Page 396 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr...
Page 156 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou, most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in...
Page 331 - 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 121 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 260 - The bell strikes one. We take no note of time, But from its loss. To give it then a tongue Is wise in man. As if an angel spoke, I feel the solemn sound. If heard aright, It is the, knell of my departed hours : Where are they?