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... , 341 Henry V. to his Soldiers Ibid , 341 Marcellus's Speech to the Mob Ibid , 342 Ibid , 343 Douglas's Account of Himself Home , 344 Rolla to the Peruvians PAGE Brutus on the Death of Cæsar Hamlet's Soliloquy on CONTENTS . xiii.
... , 341 Henry V. to his Soldiers Ibid , 341 Marcellus's Speech to the Mob Ibid , 342 Ibid , 343 Douglas's Account of Himself Home , 344 Rolla to the Peruvians PAGE Brutus on the Death of Cæsar Hamlet's Soliloquy on CONTENTS . xiii.
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... Brutus on the Death of Cæsar Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death Shakspeare , 346 Ibid , 347 Mark Antony's Oration Ibid , 348 Shylock justifying his Meditated Revenge Ibid , 350 Tell Knowles , 351 Brutus and Cassius • Shakspeare , 352 COMIC ...
... Brutus on the Death of Cæsar Hamlet's Soliloquy on Death Shakspeare , 346 Ibid , 347 Mark Antony's Oration Ibid , 348 Shylock justifying his Meditated Revenge Ibid , 350 Tell Knowles , 351 Brutus and Cassius • Shakspeare , 352 COMIC ...
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... Brutus , in glory ; Cæ- sar , in dominion . The first found disgrace ; the second , disgust ; the last , ingratitude ; and each , destruction . To some she is more kind , but not less cruel : she hands them her cup , and they drink even ...
... Brutus , in glory ; Cæ- sar , in dominion . The first found disgrace ; the second , disgust ; the last , ingratitude ; and each , destruction . To some she is more kind , but not less cruel : she hands them her cup , and they drink even ...
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... Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious—— If it was so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it ! Here , under leave of Brutus , and the rest- For Brutus is an honourable man ! So are they all ! all ...
... Brutus Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious—— If it was so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it ! Here , under leave of Brutus , and the rest- For Brutus is an honourable man ! So are they all ! all ...
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... Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny ! Shylock justifying his Meditated Revenge . Ibid . If it ...
... Brutus , And Brutus Antony , there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits , and put a tongue In every wound of Cæsar , that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny ! Shylock justifying his Meditated Revenge . Ibid . If it ...
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Page 236 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide; To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame...
Page xvii - HIGH on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth of Ormus and of Ind, Or where the gorgeous East with richest hand Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold, Satan exalted sat...
Page 245 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness...
Page 351 - This was the most unkindest cut of all; For when the noble Caesar saw him stab, Ingratitude, more strong than traitors...
Page 329 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and in my choice To reign is worth ambition though in Hell : Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven.
Page 235 - 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. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield...
Page 173 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Page 350 - 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 ambitious ; And, sure, he is an honourable man.
Page 216 - Far flashed the red artillery ! But redder yet that light shall glow On Linden's hills of stained snow, And bloodier yet the torrent flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. 'Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
Page 349 - 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...