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... side always right , and that stark naught : He foams with censure ; with applause he raves ; A dupe to rumours , and a tool to knaves : He'll want no type his weakness to proclaim , While such a thing as fools - cap has a name . The ...
... side always right , and that stark naught : He foams with censure ; with applause he raves ; A dupe to rumours , and a tool to knaves : He'll want no type his weakness to proclaim , While such a thing as fools - cap has a name . The ...
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... side . Fat sheep and oxen from the town are led , With generous wine , and all - sustaining bread . Full hecatombs lay burning on the shore ; The winds to heav'n the curling vapours bore . Ungrateful offering to the immortal powers ...
... side . Fat sheep and oxen from the town are led , With generous wine , and all - sustaining bread . Full hecatombs lay burning on the shore ; The winds to heav'n the curling vapours bore . Ungrateful offering to the immortal powers ...
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... side , as a lawyer knows how , He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know , For the court did not think they were equally wise . So his lordship decreed , with a grave solemn tone , Decisive and ...
... side , as a lawyer knows how , He pleaded again in behalf of the Eyes ; But what were his arguments few people know , For the court did not think they were equally wise . So his lordship decreed , with a grave solemn tone , Decisive and ...
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... side , Her soul - subduing voice apply'd , Yet still he kept his wild , unalter'd mien , While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head . Thy numbers , Jealousy ! to nought were fix'd : Sad proof of thy distressful ...
... side , Her soul - subduing voice apply'd , Yet still he kept his wild , unalter'd mien , While each strain'd ball of sight seem'd bursting from his head . Thy numbers , Jealousy ! to nought were fix'd : Sad proof of thy distressful ...
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... side of the scaffold and said , " gentle- men , I pray you , do not misconstruct my behaviour this day - I freely forgive all men , their wrongs and injuries done against me , as I desire to be forgiven of God . " He then embraced his ...
... side of the scaffold and said , " gentle- men , I pray you , do not misconstruct my behaviour this day - I freely forgive all men , their wrongs and injuries done against me , as I desire to be forgiven of God . " He then embraced his ...
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Sida 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.
Sida 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...
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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.
Sida 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,
Sida 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...
Sida 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.