The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, المجلد 20Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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الصفحة 13
... thou- sand pieces of verse - lyrical , narrative , and dramatic ; but he seldom , if ever , invented a plot or story ; that was mostly borrowed from the resources of his very ex- tensive reading . His best pieces are narratives , partly ...
... thou- sand pieces of verse - lyrical , narrative , and dramatic ; but he seldom , if ever , invented a plot or story ; that was mostly borrowed from the resources of his very ex- tensive reading . His best pieces are narratives , partly ...
الصفحة 18
... thou be ! And stint betime to spill thyself with plaint : Tell what thou art , and whence , for well I see Thou canst not dure , with sorrow thus attaint . " And with that word of Sorrow , all forfaint , She looked up , and , prostrate ...
... thou be ! And stint betime to spill thyself with plaint : Tell what thou art , and whence , for well I see Thou canst not dure , with sorrow thus attaint . " And with that word of Sorrow , all forfaint , She looked up , and , prostrate ...
الصفحة 19
... thou seest how lightly they did lose Their pomp , their power , and that they thought most sure , Thou may'st soon deem no earthly joy may dure . " Conducted to the under - world , the poet meets the embodied shapes of all human ...
... thou seest how lightly they did lose Their pomp , their power , and that they thought most sure , Thou may'st soon deem no earthly joy may dure . " Conducted to the under - world , the poet meets the embodied shapes of all human ...
الصفحة 23
... thou hast sought the mart ; I fear thou wilt with thy turban part . Who eat their corn while yet ' tis green , At the true harvest can but glean . To Sadi's counsel let thy soul give heed , There is the way — be manful and proceed ...
... thou hast sought the mart ; I fear thou wilt with thy turban part . Who eat their corn while yet ' tis green , At the true harvest can but glean . To Sadi's counsel let thy soul give heed , There is the way — be manful and proceed ...
الصفحة 24
... thou silent of necessity . " One of those who were about me informed him re- garding this circumstance , saying : " Sadi has made a resolution and fixed determination to pass the rest of his life in the world as a devotee , and embrace ...
... thou silent of necessity . " One of those who were about me informed him re- garding this circumstance , saying : " Sadi has made a resolution and fixed determination to pass the rest of his life in the world as a devotee , and embrace ...
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Artemidorus bear beauty blood born bright Brutus Cæsar Calphurnia Casca Cassius Cicero Cinna Citizen Clitus clouds Dardanius dead death Decius died doth dream earth English Enter eternal Exeunt eyes father fear fire French German give glory hand hath hear heart heaven History honor ides of March Julius Cæsar King land Ligarius light literature live look lord Lucilius Lucius Madame Mademoiselle Mark Antony Massillon Medor Messala Metellus mighty mind Mirror for Magistrates nature never Nibelungenlied night noble o'er Octavius once Paris peace philosophy Pindarus poems poet Poetic Edda poetry Portia Roman Rome Sappho SCENE Shakespeare Shelley song soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion Titinius to-day translated Trebonius true truth verse voice Volumnius word writings young
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الصفحة 428 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
الصفحة 478 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 398 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
الصفحة 343 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
الصفحة 471 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
الصفحة 476 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
الصفحة 362 - 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...
الصفحة 401 - 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...
الصفحة 350 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
الصفحة 400 - 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.