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Pagina 106
... sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That love was in the next degree : ' Twas but a kindred sound to move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he soothed ...
... sigh he stole , And tears began to flow . The mighty master smiled , to see That love was in the next degree : ' Twas but a kindred sound to move , For pity melts the mind to love . Softly sweet , in Lydian measures , Soon he soothed ...
Pagina 112
... sigh O'er his loved dust , and strew with flowers his turf ; His pillow has no cover but the surf ; I may not pour the soul - drop from mine eye Near his cold bed : he slumbers in the wave ! Oh ! I will love the sea , because it is his ...
... sigh O'er his loved dust , and strew with flowers his turf ; His pillow has no cover but the surf ; I may not pour the soul - drop from mine eye Near his cold bed : he slumbers in the wave ! Oh ! I will love the sea , because it is his ...
Pagina 125
... sighing , hid them in her blood - stained vest . From tent to tent , th ' impatient warrior flies , Fear in his heart , and frenzy in his eyes ! Eliza's name along the camp he calls , ' Eliza , ' echoes through the canvass walls ; Quick ...
... sighing , hid them in her blood - stained vest . From tent to tent , th ' impatient warrior flies , Fear in his heart , and frenzy in his eyes ! Eliza's name along the camp he calls , ' Eliza , ' echoes through the canvass walls ; Quick ...
Pagina 126
... sigh'd : Stretch'd on the ground , awhile entranc'd he lay , And press'd warm kisses on the lifeless clay ; And then upsprung , with wild convulsive start , And all the father kindled in his heart ! ' Oh , Heavens , ' he cried , ' my ...
... sigh'd : Stretch'd on the ground , awhile entranc'd he lay , And press'd warm kisses on the lifeless clay ; And then upsprung , with wild convulsive start , And all the father kindled in his heart ! ' Oh , Heavens , ' he cried , ' my ...
Pagina 135
... sigh was trembling on my tongue , Caught the old dangling Almanacks behind , And up they flew , like banners in the wind ; Then gently , singly , down and down they went , And told of twenty years that I had spent Far from my native ...
... sigh was trembling on my tongue , Caught the old dangling Almanacks behind , And up they flew , like banners in the wind ; Then gently , singly , down and down they went , And told of twenty years that I had spent Far from my native ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is 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...
Pagina 229 - 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?
Pagina 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Pagina 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Pagina 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Pagina 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Pagina 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Pagina 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : I am no orator, as Brutus is, But, as you know me all, a plain blunt man, That love my friend ; and that they know full well That gave me public leave to speak of him. For I have neither wit, nor words, nor worth, Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know...
Pagina 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Pagina 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...