Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene, Slow travelling with dim eyes suffused with tears, To rise before me-Rise, O ever rise, Rise like a cloud of incense from the Earth! Earth, with her thousand voices, praises God. S. T. Coleridge. CLXXVIII. FREE AND UNITED ITALY, (FROM FAZIO.') ICH and royal Italy, Dominion's lofty bride! Earth deemed no loss of pride To be enslaved by thee. From broad Euphrates' bank, When the sun looked through the gloom, Thy eagle's golden plume His orient splendour drank. Far in the chambered west, That bird of brilliance yet Sad and sunken Italy, The plunderer's common prey! Cas. This shall be, oh, this shall be, H. H. Milman. CLXXIX. TO BLOSSOMS. AIR pledges of a fruitful tree, Your date is not so past, But you may stay yet here awhile What, were ye born to be, An hour or half's delight, But you are lovely leaves, where we Into the grave. CLXXX. JULIUS CÆSAR. R. Herrick. ACT IV. SCENE III.-Camp near Sardis. BRUTUS'S Tent. Enter BRUTUS and CASSIUS. HAT you have wronged me doth appear in this: You have condemned and noted Lucius Pella Wherein my letters, praying on his side, Bru. You wronged yourself to write in such a case, You know that you are Brutus that speak this, Bru. The name of Cassius honours this corruption, Bru. Remember March, the ides of March remember : Cas. Brutus, bay not me; I'll not endure it: you forget yourself, Bru. Cas. I am. Go to; you are not, Cassius. Bru. I say you are not. Cas. Urge me no more, I shall forget myself; Have mind upon your health, tempt me no further. Bru. Away, slight man! Cas. Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Cas. O ye gods, ye gods! must I endure all this? Bru. All this! ay, more: fret till your proud heart break; Go show your slaves how choleric you are, And make your bondmen tremble. Must I budge? Cas. Is it come to this? Bru. You say you are a better soldier : Let it appear so; make your vaunting true, And it shall please me well: for mine own part, I shall be glad to learn of noble men. Cas. You wrong me every way; you wrong me, Brutus; I said, an elder soldier, not a better: Did I say 'better'? Bru. If you did, I care not. Cas. When Cæsar lived, he durst not thus have moved me. Bru. Peace, peace! you durst not so have tempted him. Cas. What, durst not tempt him! Bru. For your life you durst not. Cas. Do not presume too much upon my love; I may do that I shall be sorry for. Bru. You have done that you should be sorry for. There is no terror, Cassius, in your threats, For I am armed so strong in honesty That they pass by me as the idle wind, Which I respect not. I did send to you |