 | William Scott - 1814 - 424 страници
...his face', E'en at the base of Pompcy's statue, (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell. 0 what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ; Whilst bloody trer.san flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel •The dint... | |
 | Andrew Becket - 1815 - 748 страници
...hand that shed this costly blood ! metonymy, common with poets, will stand for the people. B. Ant. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : The dint of pity] is the impression of pity. The word is in rommun use among our ancient writers.... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 страници
...was there, my countrymen 1 Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourished over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity ; these are gracious drops. Kind souls! what, weepyou when you but behnlil Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1816 - 428 страници
...there, my countrymen ! Then I arid \ou, and all of us, fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity; these aie gracious drops. Kind souls ! what ! weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1817 - 366 страници
...my countrymen ! Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity :' these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded... | |
 | William Shakespeare - 1818 - 444 страници
...muffling up his face, Even at the base of Pompey's statua 3, Which all the while ran blood, great Caesar fell. O, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and, I perceive, you feel The dint 4 of... | |
 | Lord Henry Home Kames - 1819 - 424 страници
...up his face, Which all the while ran blood, great Ctesar fell, Even at the base of Pompey's statue. O what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I and you, and all of us, fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity... | |
 | William Scott - 1820 - 398 страници
...muffling up his face, E'en at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all (he while ran blood) great Cesar fell. O what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down Whilst bloody treason nourished over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity!... | |
 | William Scott - 1819 - 366 страници
...his face, E'en at the base of Pompey's statue, (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell. 0 what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down ; . Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep ; and I perceive you feel 'The dint of... | |
 | Caleb Bingham - 1820 - 226 страници
...his mighty heart, And in his mantle muffling up his face, E'en at the base of Pompey't statue, 12. O what a fall was there, my countrymen' Then I, and you, and all of us, tell down; Whilst bloody treason floinish'd over- us. (Which all the while ran blood) great Cesar fell'... | |
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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. 
