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... o'er the slippery tide ; When Mordecai - upon whose face , The synagogue you plain might trace- Fortune , with smiles deceitful , bore To a cursed hole but late skimm'd o'er ! Down plumps the Jew ; but in a trice , Rising he caught the ...
... o'er the slippery tide ; When Mordecai - upon whose face , The synagogue you plain might trace- Fortune , with smiles deceitful , bore To a cursed hole but late skimm'd o'er ! Down plumps the Jew ; but in a trice , Rising he caught the ...
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... o'er the sandy plain , Some other steed , with slower step , shall bear me home again . Yes , thou must go , the wild free breeze , the brilliant sun and sky , Thy master's home , from all of these my exiled one must fly . Thy proud ...
... o'er the sandy plain , Some other steed , with slower step , shall bear me home again . Yes , thou must go , the wild free breeze , the brilliant sun and sky , Thy master's home , from all of these my exiled one must fly . Thy proud ...
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... , And master of the world , Though victory's banner o'er thy dome In triumph now is furl'd , I would address thee as thy slave , - But as the bold should greet the brave . " I might perchance , could I have deign'd To GENERAL RECITER . 15.
... , And master of the world , Though victory's banner o'er thy dome In triumph now is furl'd , I would address thee as thy slave , - But as the bold should greet the brave . " I might perchance , could I have deign'd To GENERAL RECITER . 15.
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... o'er her van , Presaging wrath to Poland - and to man ; Warsaw's late champion from her height survey'd , Wide o'er the fields , a waste of ruin laid , - " O Heavens , " he cried , " my bleeding country save , " Is there no hand on high ...
... o'er her van , Presaging wrath to Poland - and to man ; Warsaw's late champion from her height survey'd , Wide o'er the fields , a waste of ruin laid , - " O Heavens , " he cried , " my bleeding country save , " Is there no hand on high ...
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... 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 ! hark ! a deep sound ...
... 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 ! hark ! a deep sound ...
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Page 119 - But here's a parchment, with the seal of Caesar, I found it in his closet, 't is 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...
Page 229 - And where are they? and where art thou, My country? On thy voiceless shore The heroic lay is tuneless now, The heroic bosom beats no more ! And must thy lyre, so long divine, Degenerate into hands like mine?
Page 106 - Twas but a kindred sound to move, For pity melts the mind to love. Softly sweet, in Lydian measures, Soon he soothed his soul to pleasures. War, he sung, is toil and trouble; Honour, but an empty bubble...
Page 261 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore...
Page 34 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war...
Page 207 - I have been studying how I may compare This prison where I live unto the world : And, for because the world is populous, And here is not a creature but myself, I cannot do it ; — yet I'll hammer 't out. My brain I'll prove the female to my soul, My soul the father : and these two beget A generation of still-breeding thoughts...
Page 118 - I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause ; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? 0 judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Page 120 - I come not, friends, to steal away your hearts : 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...
Page 107 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain. Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew. Behold how they toss their torches on high. How they point to the Persian abodes, And glittering temples of their hostile gods!
Page 217 - ... abhorred in my imagination it is ! my gorge rises at it. Here hung those lips, that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now ? your gambols ? your songs ? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar ? Not one now, to mock your own grinning ? quite chap-fallen ? Now, get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come ; make her laugh at that. — Pr'ythee, Horatio, tell me one thing. Hor.— What's that,...