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... happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if dreams infest the grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought , From wave to wave of fancy'd misery , At random drove , her helm ...
... happy they , who wake no more ! Yet that were vain , if dreams infest the grave . I wake , emerging from a sea of dreams Tumultuous ; where my wreck'd desponding thought , From wave to wave of fancy'd misery , At random drove , her helm ...
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... then ? O , had his powerful destiny ordain'd Me some inferiour angel , I had stood Then happy ; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition . Yet why not ? some other power As IN ELOCUTION . 15 That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt ...
... then ? O , had his powerful destiny ordain'd Me some inferiour angel , I had stood Then happy ; no unbounded hope had rais'd Ambition . Yet why not ? some other power As IN ELOCUTION . 15 That you are worth your breeding: which I doubt ...
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... happy , pertinent and true ! — Methinks a genius might the plan pursue . I- ( can you pardon my presumption ? ) - I , No wit , no genius , yet , for once , will try . Various the papers , various wants produce : The wants of fashion ...
... happy , pertinent and true ! — Methinks a genius might the plan pursue . I- ( can you pardon my presumption ? ) - I , No wit , no genius , yet , for once , will try . Various the papers , various wants produce : The wants of fashion ...
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... happy man whom fate ordains May write his name , and take her for his pains . One instance more , and only one , I'll bring ! ' Tis the great man who scorns a little thing ; Whose thought , whose deeds , whose maxims are his own ; Form ...
... happy man whom fate ordains May write his name , and take her for his pains . One instance more , and only one , I'll bring ! ' Tis the great man who scorns a little thing ; Whose thought , whose deeds , whose maxims are his own ; Form ...
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... happy sereni- ty , in such dreadful circumstances , and a death equally glorious , be the lot of all , whom tyranny of whatever description or denomination , shall , in any age , or in any country , call to expiate their virtues on the ...
... happy sereni- ty , in such dreadful circumstances , and a death equally glorious , be the lot of all , whom tyranny of whatever description or denomination , shall , in any age , or in any country , call to expiate their virtues on the ...
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Страница 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.
Страница 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...
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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.
Страница 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,
Страница 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...
Страница 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.