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Página 107 - Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent— That day he overcame the Nervii! Look ! in this place ran Cassius' dagger through !— See what a rent the envious Casca made ! Through this the well-beloved Brutus stabb'd ! And as he pluck'd his cursed steel away, Mark how the blood of Caesar
Página 195 - But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes, And perfect witness of all-judging Jove; As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed." O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds! That strain I heard was of a higher mood : Bat now
Página 202 - 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, " tapping at my chamber door— Only this and nothing more. Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow—sorrow for the
Página 106 - Romans, countrymen!—lend me your ears, I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar!—Noble Brutus If it was so, it was a grievous fault; Hath told you
Página 160 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and our ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have ; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.— Shakespeare.
Página 207 - Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy 'soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the Eaven, " Nevermore." And the Eaven, never flitting, still is sitting, still
Página 66 - secured in her existence, smiles At the drawn dagger, and defies its point.— The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age, and Nature sink in years; But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter, and the crash of worlds! Addison.
Página 196 - eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers, Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine, The white pink, and the pansy freaked with jet, The glowing violet, The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine, With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
Página 43 - down for them: for there be of them, that will themselves laugh, to set on some quantity of barren spectators to laugh too ; though, in the meantime, some necessary question of the play be then to be considered; that's villanous; and shows a most pitiful ambition in the fool that uses it."—Hamlet,
Página 183 - Beading maketh a full man; conference a ready man; and writing an exact man. And therefore, if a man write little, he had need have a great memory; if he confer little, he had need have a present wit; and if he read little, he had need have much cunning, to seem to know that he doth not.—Bacon.