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... rocks , with fern and heath , And juniper and thistle , sprinkled o'er , Fixing his downcast eye , he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And lifting up his head , he then would ...
... rocks , with fern and heath , And juniper and thistle , sprinkled o'er , Fixing his downcast eye , he many an hour A morbid pleasure nourished , tracing here An emblem of his own unfruitful life : And lifting up his head , he then would ...
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... rocks ! Ye forest pines , awake ! Green fields , and icy cliffs ! All join my hymn ! And thou , O silent mountain , sole and bare , Oh , blacker than the darkness , all the night , And visited , all night , by troops of stars , Or when ...
... rocks ! Ye forest pines , awake ! Green fields , and icy cliffs ! All join my hymn ! And thou , O silent mountain , sole and bare , Oh , blacker than the darkness , all the night , And visited , all night , by troops of stars , Or when ...
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... rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ! And in the visitation of the winds , Who take the ruffian billows by the top , Curling their monstrous heads , and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery shrouds ...
... rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ! And in the visitation of the winds , Who take the ruffian billows by the top , Curling their monstrous heads , and hanging them With deafening clamours in the slippery shrouds ...
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... rocks , And plough our valleys , without asking leave ! Or as our peaks , that wear their caps of snow In very presence of the regal sun ! How happy was it then ! I lov'd Its very storms . Yes , Emma , I have sat In my boat at night ...
... rocks , And plough our valleys , without asking leave ! Or as our peaks , that wear their caps of snow In very presence of the regal sun ! How happy was it then ! I lov'd Its very storms . Yes , Emma , I have sat In my boat at night ...
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... rock of Salamis ! These scenes , their story not unknown , Arise , and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires , The embers of their former fires : And he who in the strife expires , Will add to theirs a name of fear ...
... rock of Salamis ! These scenes , their story not unknown , Arise , and make again your own ; Snatch from the ashes of your sires , The embers of their former fires : And he who in the strife expires , Will add to theirs a name of fear ...
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Absalom Athens beauty behold beneath blood bosom breath bright brow Brutus burst Cæsar call'd Cassius cataract clouds Comal Crom Cromwell dark death deep delight DOGE OF VENICE dost dread earth ELGIN CATHEDRAL eternal eyes fair father fear feel gazed glory hand hath hear heard heart heaven honour hope human Iago idolatry king land Lochinvar look Lord lordship majesty Michael Cassio mighty mighty music Milton mind morning nature ne'er Netherby never night noble o'er ocean once peace poetry prayer puff Queen Mab Roch Rosaline round ruins Samian wine scene serpent seed Shylock silent slave sleep smile soul sound spirit sweet sword tears tell thee There's thine things thought thousand thunder thy serpent twas voice waves wild winds young youth
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Сторінка 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Сторінка 12 - 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.
Сторінка 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Сторінка 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Сторінка 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake. 'Tis true, this god did shake — His coward...
Сторінка 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Сторінка 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Сторінка 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Сторінка 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Сторінка 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?