Tales from the Old Dramatists

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Сторінка 168 - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years, But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crush of worlds.
Сторінка 166 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius, we'll deserve it.
Сторінка 166 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Сторінка 78 - Looking tranquillity ! It strikes an awe And terror on my aching sight; the tombs And monumental caves of death look cold, And shoot a dullness to my trembling heart. Give me thy hand, and let me hear thy voice; Nay, quickly speak to me, and let me hear Thy voice — my own affrights me with its echoes.
Сторінка 125 - Cato was not so much the wonder of Rome in his days, as he is of Britain in ours ; and though all the foolish industry possible has been used to make it thought a party play, yet what the author once said of another may the most properly in the world be applied to him on this occasion : " 'Envy itself is dumb — in wonder lost ; And factions strive who shall applaud him most.
Сторінка 226 - Both for their valour famous through the world. Yet will they not unite their kindred arms, And, if they must have war, wage disUmt war, But with each other fight in cruel conflict. Gallant in strife, and noble in their ire. The battle is their pastime. They go forth Gay in the morning, as to summer sport ; When evening comes, the glory of the morn, The youthful warrior, is a clod of clay.
Сторінка 160 - How beautiful is death, when earn'd by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? what pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...
Сторінка 231 - My name is Norval : on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home.
Сторінка 4 - The honour of my house, you've done me wrong. You may remember — for I now will speak, And urge its baseness— when you first came home From travel, with such hopes as made you...
Сторінка 145 - I'll hence, and try to find Some blest occasion that may set me right In Cato's thoughts. I'd rather have that man Approve my deeds, than worlds for my admirers. [£x. Syph. Young men soon give, and soon forget affronts ; Old age is slow in both — A false old traitor ! — These words, rash boy, may chance to cost thee dear.

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