Choice Literature, Księga 7American Book Company., 1912 |
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Strona 79
... noble bearing . The gray old walls were hung with scarlet . The long galleries were crowded by an audience such as has rarely excited the fears or the emulation of an orator . There were gathered together , from all parts of a great ...
... noble bearing . The gray old walls were hung with scarlet . The long galleries were crowded by an audience such as has rarely excited the fears or the emulation of an orator . There were gathered together , from all parts of a great ...
Strona 91
... noble feast On the fat and the eyes Of the huge earth - shaking beast . " Hurrah , for the good weapons That keep the War god's land ! Hurrah , for Rome's stout pilum In a stout Roman hand ! Hurrah , for Rome's short broadsword , That ...
... noble feast On the fat and the eyes Of the huge earth - shaking beast . " Hurrah , for the good weapons That keep the War god's land ! Hurrah , for Rome's stout pilum In a stout Roman hand ! Hurrah , for Rome's short broadsword , That ...
Strona 107
... his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain , Ere he wrenched out the steel . " And see , " he cried , " the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer HORATIUS 107.
... his heel , And thrice and four times tugged amain , Ere he wrenched out the steel . " And see , " he cried , " the welcome , Fair guests , that waits you here ! What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer HORATIUS 107.
Strona 108
What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer ? " But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran , Mingled of wrath and shame and dread , Along that glittering van . There lacked not men of prowess , Nor men of lordly race ...
What noble Lucumo comes next To taste our Roman cheer ? " But at his haughty challenge A sullen murmur ran , Mingled of wrath and shame and dread , Along that glittering van . There lacked not men of prowess , Nor men of lordly race ...
Strona 111
... noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome . " O Tiber ! Father Tiber ! To whom the Romans pray , A Roman's life , a Roman's arms , Take thou in charge this day ! " So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And ...
... noble river That rolls by the towers of Rome . " O Tiber ! Father Tiber ! To whom the Romans pray , A Roman's life , a Roman's arms , Take thou in charge this day ! " So he spake , and speaking sheathed The good sword by his side , And ...
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Alba Longa ALFRED TENNYSON arms Bass Bassanio battle blood blow born brave breast breath Brutus Cæsar carronade Casca Cassius clouds Clusium cuirassiers dark dead death doth ducats earth Enter Exeunt Exit eyes fair father fear fire Genappe Gilliatt give Gratiano hand hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven honor Horatius Jessica Julius Cæsar King Lars Porsena Laun Launcelot light live look lord Lorenzo Lucilius Lucius Mark Antony Messala Nerissa never night noble o'er Octavius octopus Old Glory Portia pray ring Roman Rome Sail Salar shalt ship Shylock smile song soul sound spake speak spirit stand star-spangled banner stood sweet sword tell thee thine things THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY thou art thought thousand thrice Titinius to-day turned unto Venice wave weather WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE wind
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Strona 188 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since : their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage ; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts : not so thou ; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Strona 241 - BREATHES there the man with soul so dead Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well ; For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch concentered all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly...
Strona 409 - The man that hath no music in himself, Nor is not moved with concord of sweet sounds, Is fit for treasons, stratagems, and spoils ; The motions of his spirit are dull as night, And his affections dark as Erebus : Let no such man be trusted.
Strona 472 - tis 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 in his sacred blood; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it as a rich legacy Unto their issue.
Strona 123 - He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment seat: Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me: As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Strona 326 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory, But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me, and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
Strona 233 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends And youths and maidens gay!
Strona 475 - 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 ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths...
Strona 248 - The breezy call of incense-breathing morn, The swallow twittering from the straw-built shed, The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn, No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn. Or busy housewife ply her evening care; No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share.
Strona 325 - The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound.