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All's angelic songs battle Beau marked beneath birds bless blest bliss blood-hound Branksome Hall breast breath breeze bright brow Cæsar cheerful child cried dark dead death deep doth dream e'en earth Eugene Aram fair falchion father fear flowers Gelert glorious glow gone grace grave green hath hear heard heart heaven HEMANS hill holly tree honourable hour J. G. LOCKHART king knew land light live look look'd Lord LORD BYRON LORD MACAULAY morn mother ne'er never night o'er once pass'd praise prayer rest rose round shade shining sigh sight sing SIR WALTER SCOTT sleep smile song sorrow soul sound Star of Bethlehem stars stood storm stream sweet tears tears of thoughtful tell thee thine Thou art thought toil Twas village voice wandering wave weep wept wild yonder youth
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Strona 208 - 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 ! — If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle ? I remember The first time ever
Strona 209 - 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 I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet
Strona 207 - Csesar hath wept: Ambition should be made of sterner stuff! — Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man ! You all did see, that, on the Lupercal, I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition ? — Yet Brutus says he was
Strona 208 - Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent — That day he overcame the Nervii! — Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through ! — See what a rent the envious Casca made ! — Through this—the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ! And, as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of
Strona 209 - I tell you that which you yourselves do know ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor, dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me! But were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits, and put a tongue In every wound of Casar, that should move
Strona 208 - fell! Oh, what a fall was there, my countrymen ! Then I, and you, and all of us, fell down; Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us ! Oh, now you weep, and I perceive you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops! Kind souls ! what! weep you when you but behold Our
Strona 5 - 3. I AM monarch of all I survey; My right there is none to dispute; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute. 0 Solitude ! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face ? Better dwell in the
Strona 104 - But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining; They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which have been rent asunder: A dreary sea now flows between; But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been. 71. THE
Strona 206 - FRIENDS, Romans, Countrymen ! lend me your ears; I come to bury Ca;sar, not to praise him. The evil that men do, lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones: So let it be with Caesar!—Noble Brutus Hath told you, Caesar was ambitious— If it was so, it was a grievous fault; And grievously hath
Strona 206 - leave of Brutus, and the rest— For Brutus is an honourable man! So are they all! all honourable men — Come I to speak at Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me — But Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an honourable man