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... Incarnadin'd the Persian's grave . Oh , for that spark of living fire , Whose stirring impulse rais'd the cry , When Greece , resistless in her ire , Rush'd on to conquer or to die : Hark ! how they answer to the shock , The THE ...
... Incarnadin'd the Persian's grave . Oh , for that spark of living fire , Whose stirring impulse rais'd the cry , When Greece , resistless in her ire , Rush'd on to conquer or to die : Hark ! how they answer to the shock , The THE ...
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... grave . Then , on Memory's dewy wing , To her shadowy realms you spring , And times its holy towers arose Amid the trees , in calm repose ; Echoed then the sylvan Dee " O miserere Domine ! " And oft you gently paused , to hear The ...
... grave . Then , on Memory's dewy wing , To her shadowy realms you spring , And times its holy towers arose Amid the trees , in calm repose ; Echoed then the sylvan Dee " O miserere Domine ! " And oft you gently paused , to hear The ...
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... grave , who came , With brow of night and eye of flame , To usher all who bore that name To the tomb's cold embrace . Awhile he gazed with flashing eye , That seem'd the crescent to defy , And shook his plumed crest ; He grasp'd the ...
... grave , who came , With brow of night and eye of flame , To usher all who bore that name To the tomb's cold embrace . Awhile he gazed with flashing eye , That seem'd the crescent to defy , And shook his plumed crest ; He grasp'd the ...
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... grave . I saw then , as I see thee now , The dark smile wreathe his pallid brow . Yet , still in battle's angry flood I will not fall alone ; And vengeance waits my father's blood , Though purchas'd by my own . " The lady rose - no ...
... grave . I saw then , as I see thee now , The dark smile wreathe his pallid brow . Yet , still in battle's angry flood I will not fall alone ; And vengeance waits my father's blood , Though purchas'd by my own . " The lady rose - no ...
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... grave ; Still , still , shall live that soaring name , Embalmed in a nation's fame . Where better can those limbs repose ? ' Twas here he broke his country's foes . I'll see , with a sublime delight , His grave the trophy of the fight ...
... grave ; Still , still , shall live that soaring name , Embalmed in a nation's fame . Where better can those limbs repose ? ' Twas here he broke his country's foes . I'll see , with a sublime delight , His grave the trophy of the fight ...
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Page 64 - tis most certain, Iras. Saucy lictors Will catch at us, like strumpets ; and scald rhymers Ballad us out o' tune : the quick comedians Extemporally will stage us, and present Our Alexandrian revels : Antony Shall be brought drunken forth, and I shall see Some squeaking Cleopatra boy my greatness I
Page 189 - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth ; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny ; and youth is vain ; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 43 - It may be observed, that in many of his plays the latter part is evidently neglected. When he found himself near the end of his work, and in view of his reward, he shortened the labour to snatch the profit. He therefore remits his efforts where he should most vigorously exert them, and his catastrophe is improbably produced or imperfectly represented...
Page 146 - For Witherington needs must I wail As one in doleful dumps ; For when his legs were smitten off, He fought upon his stumps.
Page 189 - And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain. And thus it chanced, as I divine, With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted - ne'er to meet again!
Page 126 - t be possible — of blood : Beg Heaven to cleanse the leprosy of lust That rots thy soul ; acknowledge what thou art, A wretch, a worm, a nothing ; weep, sigh, pray Three times a day, and three times every night ; For seven days...
Page 125 - No, father; in your eyes I see the change Of pity and compassion; from your age, As from a sacred oracle, distils The life of counsel: tell me, holy man, What cure shall give me ease in these extremes ? Friar.
Page 188 - But yester-night I prayed aloud In anguish and in agony, Up-starting from the fiendish crowd Of shapes and thoughts that tortured me: A lurid light, a trampling throng, Sense of intolerable wrong, And whom I scorned, those only strong!
Page 104 - Every quarter of the city was illuminated ; the great temple shone with such peculiar splendour, that the Spaniards could plainly see the people in motion, and the priests busy in hastening the preparations for the death of the prisoners.
Page 157 - tis but a sound ; a name of air ; A minute's storm ; or not so much : to tumble From bed to bed, be massacred alive By some physicians for a month or two, In hope of freedom from a fever's torments, Might stagger manhood ; here, the pain is past 1 [Half a page omitted.] * [Two lines omitted.] Ere sensibly 'tis felt.