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Página 312 - were dead to live all freemen as ca;sar loved me i weep for him as he was fortunate i rejoice at it as he was valiant i honour him but as he was ambitious i slew him there are tears for his love joy for his fortune honour for his valour and death for his ambition
Página 245 - 2 The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war; These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride, or spoils of Trafalgar. 4 The
Página 234 - He heard it, but he heeded not : his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away: He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize ; — But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire,
Página 187 - 3 There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd 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 look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage-bell;—
Página 250 - Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful! She wish'd she had not heard it; yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man. She thank'd me And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
Página 207 - Me miserable! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell! myself am hell! And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven!
Página 307 - An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New lighted on a heaven-kissing hill; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal, To give the world assurance of a man I
Página 300 - have tears, prepare to shed them now. The first time ever Caesar put it on; 'Twas on a summer's evening in his tent — "That day he overcame the Nervii! 20 Look! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through! — See what a rent the envious Casca made
Página 312 - he had no hand in his death shall receive the benefit of his dying a place in the commonwealth as which of you shall not with this i depart that as i slew my best lover for the good of rome i have the same dagger for myself when it shall please my country to need my death.