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Pagina 198
... CESAR SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CÆSAR . " It must be by his death : and , for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general . He would be crowned : - How that might change his nature , there's the question . It ...
... CESAR SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CÆSAR . " It must be by his death : and , for my part , I know no personal cause to spurn at him , But for the general . He would be crowned : - How that might change his nature , there's the question . It ...
Pagina 213
... JULIUS CESAR . " WELL , honour is the subject of my story.— 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 . I was born free as ...
... JULIUS CESAR . " WELL , honour is the subject of my story.— 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 . I was born free as ...
Pagina 233
... stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . SHAKESPEARE'S " Macbeth . " MARCELLUS ΤΟ THE ROMANS . SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CÆSAR . CORIOLANUS ON HIS BANISHMENT . 233.
... stage , And then is heard no more : it is a tale Told by an idiot , full of sound and fury , Signifying nothing . SHAKESPEARE'S " Macbeth . " MARCELLUS ΤΟ THE ROMANS . SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CÆSAR . CORIOLANUS ON HIS BANISHMENT . 233.
Pagina 234
Charles Hartley. MARCELLUS ΤΟ THE ROMANS . SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CÆSAR . " Commoner . But , indeed sir , we make Holiday , to see Cæsar , and to rejoice in his triumph . WHEREFORE rejoice ? What conquest brings he home ? What ...
Charles Hartley. MARCELLUS ΤΟ THE ROMANS . SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CÆSAR . " Commoner . But , indeed sir , we make Holiday , to see Cæsar , and to rejoice in his triumph . WHEREFORE rejoice ? What conquest brings he home ? What ...
Pagina 235
Charles Hartley. MARK ANTONY'S ADDRESS TO CESAR'S BODY . SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CAESAR . " O , PARDON me , thou bleeding piece of earth , That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever ...
Charles Hartley. MARK ANTONY'S ADDRESS TO CESAR'S BODY . SHAKESPEARE'S " JULIUS CAESAR . " O , PARDON me , thou bleeding piece of earth , That I am meek and gentle with these butchers ! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever ...
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Pagina 23 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pagina 62 - 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.
Pagina 214 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Pagina 173 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Pagina 47 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered 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 looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell...
Pagina 52 - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
Pagina 63 - The applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade : nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined ; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind...
Pagina 95 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Pagina 37 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth...
Pagina 207 - Cromwell, I did not think to shed a tear In all my miseries ; but thou hast forced me, Out of thy honest truth, to play the woman. Let's dry our eyes : and thus far hear me, Cromwell ; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee; Say, Wolsey, that once trod the ways of glory, And sounded all the depths and shoals of honour, Found thee a way, out of his wreck, to rise in; A sure and safe one, though thy master...