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... fragments strew'd the sea— With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing which perish'd there , Was that young , faithful heart ! SPEECH OF HENRY V. BEFORE THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT . 18.
... fragments strew'd the sea— With mast , and helm , and pennon fair , That well had borne their part ; But the noblest thing which perish'd there , Was that young , faithful heart ! SPEECH OF HENRY V. BEFORE THE BATTLE OF AGINCOURT . 18.
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... fair cousin ! If we are mark'd to die , we are enow To do our country loss ; and , if to live , The fewer men the greater share of honour . No , no , my lord ! -wish not a man from England : Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland ...
... fair cousin ! If we are mark'd to die , we are enow To do our country loss ; and , if to live , The fewer men the greater share of honour . No , no , my lord ! -wish not a man from England : Rather proclaim it , Westmoreland ...
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... fair , Sorrow and death may not enter there , Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds , and beyond the tomb- It is there , it is there , my child ! THE NIGHTINGALE . No cloud , no relique of the sunken day ...
... fair , Sorrow and death may not enter there , Time doth not breathe on its fadeless bloom ; For beyond the clouds , and beyond the tomb- It is there , it is there , my child ! THE NIGHTINGALE . No cloud , no relique of the sunken day ...
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... Fair as the moonlight of which it seems part , So delicately white , it trembles in The act of opening the forbidden lattice , To let in love through music , makes his heart Thrill like his lyre - strings at the sight : the dash ...
... Fair as the moonlight of which it seems part , So delicately white , it trembles in The act of opening the forbidden lattice , To let in love through music , makes his heart Thrill like his lyre - strings at the sight : the dash ...
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... fair unfurl'd To waft thee on thy watery road , Oh haste , that I may give the world Another portion of her God ; That I may lead those tribes aright , So long on error's ocean driven , And , point to their bewilder'd sight , A fairer ...
... fair unfurl'd To waft thee on thy watery road , Oh haste , that I may give the world Another portion of her God ; That I may lead those tribes aright , So long on error's ocean driven , And , point to their bewilder'd sight , A fairer ...
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Page 162 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touch'd his body, that did stab, And not for justice? What ! shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Page 12 - The armaments which thunderstrike the walls Of rock-built cities, bidding nations quake, And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war, — These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike the Armada's pride or spoils of Trafalgar.
Page 132 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life ; but, for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Page 163 - Is't possible? Bru. Hear me, for I will speak. Must I give way and room to your rash choler? Shall I be frighted when a madman stares?
Page 133 - And this man Is now become a god; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body, If Caesar carelessly but nod on him ! 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...
Page 182 - To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause : there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life...
Page 77 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush!
Page 149 - Must we but weep o'er days more blest ? Must we but blush ?— Our fathers bled. Earth ! render back from out thy breast A remnant of our Spartan dead ! Of the three hundred grant but three, To make a new Thermopylae ! What, silent still ? and silent all ? Ah ! no ; —the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, ' Let one living head, But one arise, — we come, we come!
Page 68 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent, That day he overcame the Nervii : Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Page 148 - Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sat on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations; — all were his! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set where were they?