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... soul .. 138 Apostrophe to the Ocean ib Tell in Prison 139 Wallace .... 141 The Downfall of Poland 142 DRAMATIC SCENES . Mark Antony's Oration ... 143 Brutus justifying himself 146 IRREGULAR VERSE . Ode on St. Cecilia's Day 147 The Bard ...
... soul .. 138 Apostrophe to the Ocean ib Tell in Prison 139 Wallace .... 141 The Downfall of Poland 142 DRAMATIC SCENES . Mark Antony's Oration ... 143 Brutus justifying himself 146 IRREGULAR VERSE . Ode on St. Cecilia's Day 147 The Bard ...
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... soul by practising cruelty on the body , and would turn the mild and healing doctrines of the compassionate Jesus , into an engine of torture and death , is surely one of the most grievous and intolerable . APOSTROPHE . This figure is ...
... soul by practising cruelty on the body , and would turn the mild and healing doctrines of the compassionate Jesus , into an engine of torture and death , is surely one of the most grievous and intolerable . APOSTROPHE . This figure is ...
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... soul - when infidelity has become an article of commerce , and man's perdition may be cheapened at the stall of every pedlar , - no friend of society should continue silent ; it is no longer a question of political privilege of ...
... soul - when infidelity has become an article of commerce , and man's perdition may be cheapened at the stall of every pedlar , - no friend of society should continue silent ; it is no longer a question of political privilege of ...
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... soul , they would abjure the one , if it became legitimate ; and rebel against the other , if it was once established . Holding , my Lord , opinions such as these , I should consider myself culpable , if , at such a crisis , I did not ...
... soul , they would abjure the one , if it became legitimate ; and rebel against the other , if it was once established . Holding , my Lord , opinions such as these , I should consider myself culpable , if , at such a crisis , I did not ...
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... soul should delight in my God ! EXERCISES ON TIME . SLOW . The curfew tolls the knell of parting day : The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea ; The plowman homeward wends his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me ...
... soul should delight in my God ! EXERCISES ON TIME . SLOW . The curfew tolls the knell of parting day : The lowing herds wind slowly o'er the lea ; The plowman homeward wends his weary way , And leaves the world to darkness and to me ...
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Page 139 - 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 123 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 144 - He hath brought many captives home to Rome, Whose ransoms did the general coffers fill : Did this in Caesar seem ambitious ? When that the poor have cried, Caesar hath wept; Ambition should be made of sterner stuff: Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And Brutus is an houourable man.
Page 122 - But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride; And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. Afid there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail: And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown.
Page 92 - Night, sable goddess ! from her ebon throne, In rayless majesty, now stretches forth Her leaden sceptre o'er a slumbering world. Silence how dead! and darkness how profound! Nor eye nor listening ear an object finds ; Creation sleeps. 'Tis as the general pulse Of life stood still, and Nature made a pause ; An awful pause! prophetic of her end.
Page 144 - tis his will : Let but the commons hear this testament, (Which, pardon me, I do not mean to read) And they would go and kiss dead Caesar's wounds, And dip their napkins in his sacred blood ; Yea, beg a hair of him for memory, And, dying, mention it within their wills, Bequeathing it, as a rich legacy, Unto their issue.
Page 78 - If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms — never — never — never.
Page 139 - Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, Calm or convulsed, — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of Eternity, — the throne Of the Invisible! even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 78 - German despot: your attempts will be for ever vain and impotent — doubly so, indeed, from this mercenary aid on which you rely; for it irritates, to an incurable resentment, the minds of your adversaries, to over-run them with the mercenary sons of rapine and plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty. If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms; — Never, never, never!
Page 121 - On Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow ; And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.