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... heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night ! And visited all night by troops of stars ; Or when they climb the sky , or ...
... heart , awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs , all join my hymn . Thou first and chief , sole sovran of the vale ! O struggling with the darkness all the night ! And visited all night by troops of stars ; Or when they climb the sky , or ...
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... heart . MRS . HEMANS . CATO'S SOLILOQUY ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . It must be so - Plato , thou reason'st well , Else whence this pleasing hope , this fond desire , This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and ...
... heart . MRS . HEMANS . CATO'S SOLILOQUY ON THE IMMORTALITY OF THE SOUL . It must be so - Plato , thou reason'st well , Else whence this pleasing hope , this fond desire , This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread and ...
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... heart- It haunts me still , though many a year has fled , Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir - loom , its companion , An oaken chest , half eaten by the worm , But richly carved by Antony of Trent With ...
... heart- It haunts me still , though many a year has fled , Like some wild melody ! Alone it hangs Over a mouldering heir - loom , its companion , An oaken chest , half eaten by the worm , But richly carved by Antony of Trent With ...
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... heart in it , to Francesco . Great was the joy ; but at the bridal feast When all sat down , the bride was wanting there . Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried " Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ...
... heart in it , to Francesco . Great was the joy ; but at the bridal feast When all sat down , the bride was wanting there . Nor was she to be found ! Her father cried " Tis but to make a trial of our love ! " And filled his glass to all ...
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... heart be good , I know no limit to the happiness 66 " Thou may'st create . I do beseech thee , King ! The maid exclaim'd , and fell upon the ground , And clasp'd his knees , " I do beseech thee , King , " By all the millions that depend ...
... heart be good , I know no limit to the happiness 66 " Thou may'st create . I do beseech thee , King ! The maid exclaim'd , and fell upon the ground , And clasp'd his knees , " I do beseech thee , King , " By all the millions that depend ...
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Popular passages
Page 18 - God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Page 256 - 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 ; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor, poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me...
Page 19 - The wide, th' unbounded prospect, lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us, (And that there is all nature cries aloud Through all her works), he must delight in virtue ; And that which he delights in, must be happy.
Page 254 - tis 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 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.
Page 58 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 256 - What private griefs they have, alas, I know not, That made them do it : they are wise and honourable, And will, no doubt, with reasons answer you.
Page 165 - The torrent roar'd, and we did buffet it With lusty sinews, throwing it aside And stemming it with hearts of controversy ; But ere we could arrive the point proposed, Caesar cried ' Help me, Cassius, or I sink...
Page 254 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Page 150 - I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided, and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past...
Page 24 - 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...