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... Hath the world aught for me to fear , " " When death is on thy brow ? " The world ! what means it ? -mine is here- " I will not leave thee now . I have been with thee in thine hour " " Of glory and of bliss ; " Doubt not its memory's ...
... Hath the world aught for me to fear , " " When death is on thy brow ? " The world ! what means it ? -mine is here- " I will not leave thee now . I have been with thee in thine hour " " Of glory and of bliss ; " Doubt not its memory's ...
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... hath no stomach to this fight Let him depart ; his passport shall be made , And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company , That fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of ...
... hath no stomach to this fight Let him depart ; his passport shall be made , And crowns for convoy put into his purse : We would not die in that man's company , That fears his fellowship to die with us . This day is called the feast of ...
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... hath gone by , Shall the deeds that he did , and the laurels he won , And the counsels he gave be remember'd by none , With a grief more enduring , a pang more severe , Than convulsed his fair Queen as she bent o'er his bier , And felt ...
... hath gone by , Shall the deeds that he did , and the laurels he won , And the counsels he gave be remember'd by none , With a grief more enduring , a pang more severe , Than convulsed his fair Queen as she bent o'er his bier , And felt ...
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... hath seen- Lapp'd by a dog ! Go , think of it , in silence and alone ; Then weigh against a grain of sand , the glories of a throne . H. G. BELL . MARY , THE MAID OF THE INN . WHO is she , the poor maniac , whose wildly - fix'd eyes ...
... hath seen- Lapp'd by a dog ! Go , think of it , in silence and alone ; Then weigh against a grain of sand , the glories of a throne . H. G. BELL . MARY , THE MAID OF THE INN . WHO is she , the poor maniac , whose wildly - fix'd eyes ...
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... hath been ; The traveller remembers , who journey'd this way , No damsel so lovely , no damsel so gay , As Mary , the maid of the inn . Her cheerful address fill'd the guests with delight , As she welcomed them in with a smile ; Her ...
... hath been ; The traveller remembers , who journey'd this way , No damsel so lovely , no damsel so gay , As Mary , the maid of the inn . Her cheerful address fill'd the guests with delight , As she welcomed them in with a smile ; Her ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
Acres Adras Æsop arms art thou battle behold blood bosom brave breast brow Brutus Bull Cæsar Caius Verres Casca cheers cried dare dark dead dear death Doge dost doth dread Duke earth enemies eyes fate father fear feel fire Gabor Gaul gentleman give glory hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope HORACE SMITH hour justice king lady Lioni live Lochinvar look lord loud Mark Antony mind ne'er never night noble o'er once patricians peace pray proud R. B. SHERIDAN Rienzi rise Roman Rome Samian wine Scythians Shylock Sicily SIEGENDORF Sir Fret Sir Luc smile Sneer soldiers soul speak Speaker spirit sword tears tell thee thine thou hast thought throne traitor trembling Twas Tyke Venice voice wild word young Zounds
Passagens conhecidas
Página 261 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world ; now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 28 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Página 35 - HERON'S SONG. O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west, Through all the wide Border his steed was the best, And save his good broadsword he weapons had none ; He rode all unarmed, and he rode all alone. So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
Página 154 - Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those, who having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
Página 236 - I remember, when the fight was done, When I was dry with rage and extreme toil, Breathless and faint, leaning upon my sword, Came there a certain lord, neat...
Página 259 - Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear : believe me for mine honour ; and have respect to mine honour, that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom ; and awake your senses, that you may the better judge. If there be any in this assembly, any dear friend of Ctesar's, to him I say, that Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his.
Página 170 - Rome, thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! When went there by an age, since the great flood, But it was famed with more than with one man...
Página 174 - O Cassius, you are yoked with a lamb That carries anger as the flint bears fire ; Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spark, And straight is cold again.
Página 170 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men "Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Página 18 - Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds ! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God...