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... tear upon the wreath You weave for him who sleeps beneath . " The lady shriek'd : " Oh , say not so : To - morrow , ere the sun is low , The laurel - crown shall gird thy brow . My Roland , live for me . ' 66 No , Clara , it were vain ...
... tear upon the wreath You weave for him who sleeps beneath . " The lady shriek'd : " Oh , say not so : To - morrow , ere the sun is low , The laurel - crown shall gird thy brow . My Roland , live for me . ' 66 No , Clara , it were vain ...
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Eton miscellany William Ewart Gladstone. The lady rose - no tears would flow ; The warm blood gush'd across her brow , E'en as she gather'd strength ; Convuls'd in agony , yet still She bow'd her torture to her will , And calmly spoke at ...
Eton miscellany William Ewart Gladstone. The lady rose - no tears would flow ; The warm blood gush'd across her brow , E'en as she gather'd strength ; Convuls'd in agony , yet still She bow'd her torture to her will , And calmly spoke at ...
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... tears I left the warrior throng ; It was not , love , from selfish fears That I disturb'd thy song ; But that I could not ... tear To deck her Roland's early bier : I may not hope to quit the field , Unless NO . I. ] 37 THE ETON MISCELLANY .
... tears I left the warrior throng ; It was not , love , from selfish fears That I disturb'd thy song ; But that I could not ... tear To deck her Roland's early bier : I may not hope to quit the field , Unless NO . I. ] 37 THE ETON MISCELLANY .
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... tear my sacred strains To light their fires , and scrub their stains ? Meanwhile , my friends , I promise new And wondrous things in Number Two : I promise an Express shall come With news from Pandemonium : I promise many a sober page ...
... tear my sacred strains To light their fires , and scrub their stains ? Meanwhile , my friends , I promise new And wondrous things in Number Two : I promise an Express shall come With news from Pandemonium : I promise many a sober page ...
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... tear I shed , no word I spoke , My secret grief to tell . I hate the wretch who set the seal Of death upon thy brow ; I hate the wretch who could not feel The tears he caus'd to flow . I saw from that fair cheek , thro ' him , The ...
... tear I shed , no word I spoke , My secret grief to tell . I hate the wretch who set the seal Of death upon thy brow ; I hate the wretch who could not feel The tears he caus'd to flow . I saw from that fair cheek , thro ' him , The ...
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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.