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Сторінка 467 - I wis in all the Senate There was no heart so bold But sore it ached and fast it beat When that ill news was told. Forthwith up rose the consul, Up rose the Fathers all ; In haste they girded up their gowns And hied them to the wall.
Сторінка 140 - Well done ! thou watcher on the lonely tower! Is the day breaking ? dawns the happy hour ? We pine to see it : — tell us, yet again, If the broad daylight breaks upon the plain ? ' ' It breaks — it comes — the misty shadows fly: — A rosy radiance gleams upon the sky ; The mountain-tops reflect it calm and clear ; The plain is yet in shade, but day is near.
Сторінка 37 - And bade to form her infant mind. Stern, rugged Nurse! thy rigid lore With patience many a year she bore ; What sorrow was, thou bad'st her know, And from her own she learn'd to melt at others
Сторінка 407 - Caesar shall forth. The things that threatened me, Ne'er looked but on my back ; when they shall see The face of Caesar, they are vanished.
Сторінка 368 - I could not tame my nature down ; for he Must serve who fain would sway ; and soothe, and sue, And watch all time, and pry into all place, And be a living lie, who would become A mighty thing amongst the mean, and such The mass are ; I disdain'd to mingle with A herd, though to be leader — and of wolves. The lion is alone, and so am I.
Сторінка 152 - Fantastically tangled ; the green hills Are clothed with early blossoms, through the grass The quick-eyed lizard rustles, and the bills Of summer birds sing welcome as ye pass ; Flowers fresh in hue, and many in their class, Implore the pausing step, and with their dyes Dance in the soft breeze in a fairy mass ; The sweetness of the violet's deep blue eyes, Kissed by the breath of heaven seems colored by its skies.
Сторінка 104 - But ever and anon of griefs subdued There comes a token like a Scorpion's sting, Scarce seen, but with fresh bitterness imbued ; And slight withal may be the things which bring Back on the heart the weight which it would fling Aside for ever...
Сторінка 283 - With me but roughly since I heard thee last! Those lips are thine — thy own sweet smile 1 see The same, that oft in childhood solaced me; Voice only fails, else how distinct they say, ' Grieve not, my child, chase all thy fears away.
Сторінка 9 - Thou art in ROME ! the City that so long Reigned absolute, the mistress of the world; The mighty vision that the prophets saw, And trembled ; that from nothing, from the least, The lowliest village (What but here and there A...