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Page 87
... honour with an artless song , Affectionate , a mother lost so long . I will obey , not willingly alone , But gladly , as the precept were her own : And , while that face renews my filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief ...
... honour with an artless song , Affectionate , a mother lost so long . I will obey , not willingly alone , But gladly , as the precept were her own : And , while that face renews my filial grief , Fancy shall weave a charm for my relief ...
Page 88
... honours to thee as my numbers may ; Perhaps a frail memorial , but sincere , Not scorn'd in Heav'n , though little notic'd here . Could Time , his flight revers'd , restore the hours , When , playing with thy vesture's tissu'd flowers ...
... honours to thee as my numbers may ; Perhaps a frail memorial , but sincere , Not scorn'd in Heav'n , though little notic'd here . Could Time , his flight revers'd , restore the hours , When , playing with thy vesture's tissu'd flowers ...
Page 94
... honour is the people's choice - the laws we reverence are our brave fathers ' legacy - the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind , and die with the hope of bliss beyond the grave . --Tell your invaders ...
... honour is the people's choice - the laws we reverence are our brave fathers ' legacy - the faith we follow teaches us to live in bonds of charity with all mankind , and die with the hope of bliss beyond the grave . --Tell your invaders ...
Page 103
... honours this corruption , And chastisement doth therefore hide its head . Cas . Chastisement ! Bru . Remember March , the ides of March re- member ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice ' sake ? What villain touched his body , that ...
... honours this corruption , And chastisement doth therefore hide its head . Cas . Chastisement ! Bru . Remember March , the ides of March re- member ! Did not great Julius bleed for justice ' sake ? What villain touched his body , that ...
Page 107
... honour spoke Demands of me avenging stroke . It rests with me to wind my horn , Thou art with numbers overborne ; It rests with me , here , brand to brand , Worn as thou art , to bid thee stand ; But not for clan , nor kindred's cause ...
... honour spoke Demands of me avenging stroke . It rests with me to wind my horn , Thou art with numbers overborne ; It rests with me , here , brand to brand , Worn as thou art , to bid thee stand ; But not for clan , nor kindred's cause ...
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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.