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Side 219 - Action, nor utterance, nor the power of speech, To stir men's blood: I only speak right on; I tell you that which you yourselves do know; Show you sweet Caesar's wounds, poor poor dumb mouths, And bid them speak for me: but were I Brutus, And Brutus Antony, there were an Antony Would ruffle up your spirits and put a tongue In every wound of Caesar that should move The stones of Rome to rise and mutiny.
Side 219 - Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Alarum'd by his sentinel, the wolf, Whose howl's his watch, thus with his stealthy pace, With Tarquin's ravishing strides, towards his design Moves like a ghost. Thou sure and firm-set earth, Hear not my steps which way they walk, for fear Thy very stones prate of my whereabout And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it.
Side 225 - To cast the fashion of uncertain evils; For, grant they be so, while they rest unknown, What need a man forestall his date of grief, And run to meet what he would most avoid?
Side 220 - O, speak again, bright angel ! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head, As is a winged messenger of heaven Unto the white-upturned wondering eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him, When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Side 218 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes, There was silence, and I heard a voice, saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God?
Side 241 - DUKE'S PALACE. [Enter DUKE, CURIO, LORDS; MUSICIANS attending.] DUKE. If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken and so die.— That strain again;— it had a dying fall; O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour.— Enough; no more; 'Tis not so sweet now as it was before.
Side 224 - Hiberiae? condit quisque diem collibus in suis et vitem viduas ducit ad arbores; 30 hinc ad vina redit laetus et alteris te mensis adhibet deum ; te multa prece, te prosequitur mero defuso pateris, et Laribus tuum miscet numen, uti Graecia Castoris 35 et magni memor Herculis. 'longas o utinam, dux bone, ferias praestes Hesperiae !' dicimus integro sicci mane die, dicimus uvidi, cum sol Oceano subest 40 VI.
Side 127 - Gesprofs am Haus' empor, 955 Ein Schattendach ausbreitend vor dem Hundsgestirn. Nun du gekehrt, bist zu des Hauses altem Heerd, Nun kehrte Wärm...
Side 236 - Now every field, and every herd is thine, And seeming slumbers bend the mountain pine ; Hush'd is the tempest's howl, the torrent's roar, And the smooth wave lies pillow'd on the shore.
Side 169 - Ein feuchter Schwamm hinfahrend löscht das Bild hinweg: Und dies noch mehr denn jenes fühl' ich jammervoll. Chor. Nach der Wohlfahrt traun unersättliche Gier Ward jedem, der lebt. Nie wehrt jemand Von dem fingergezeigten Palast sie zurück, 1320 Mit dem Ruf: Nicht wandle herein mehr! Auch...