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Side 170 - Can Honor's voice provoke the silent dust, Or Flattery soothe the dull, cold ear of death? 12. Perhaps, in this neglected spot, is laid Some heart, once pregnant with celestial fire ; Hands, that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre : 13. But Knowledge to their eyes her ample
Side 307 - 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 Cesar follow'd it!
Side 199 - 1. Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the ramparts we hurried; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our Hero was buried. 2. -We buried him darkly ; at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning; By the struggling moon-beams
Side 197 - 7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave Munich,! all thy banners wave ! And charge with all thy chivalry ! 8. Few, few shall part where many meet! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet, Shall be a soldier's sepulchre. -"■
Side 297 - 3. For within the hollow crown That rounds the mortal temples of a king, Keeps death his court: and there the antic sits, Scoffing his state, and grinning at his pomp; Allowing him a breath, a little scene, To monarchize, be fear'd, and kill with looks; Infusing him with self and vain conceit,—
Side 314 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean,—roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin—his control Stops with the shore;—upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,
Side 294 - which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon, until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained—we must fight!—I repeat it, sir, we must fight! ! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us! 9. Three millions of people armed in the holy cause of
Side 304 - Brutus and Cesar !—What should be in that Cesar ? Why should that name be sounded more than yours ? Write them together; yours is as fair a name: Sound them ; it doth become the mouth as well: Weigh them ; it is as heavy: conjure with 'em; Brutus will start a spirit as soon as Cesar.
Side 304 - He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him, I did mark How he did shake ; 'tis true; this god did shake; His coward lips did from their color fly; And that same eye, whose bend doth awe the world, Did lose its lustre; I did hear him groan,
Side 315 - And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him shivering, in thy playful spray, And howling to his gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, Then dashest him again to