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الصفحة 160
... HEVEY . About the year 1798 , it seems , a man of the name of M Guire was prosecuted for some offence against the state . Mr. Hevey , the plaintiff , by accident was in court : he was then a citizen of wealth and credit , a brewer in ...
... HEVEY . About the year 1798 , it seems , a man of the name of M Guire was prosecuted for some offence against the state . Mr. Hevey , the plaintiff , by accident was in court : he was then a citizen of wealth and credit , a brewer in ...
الصفحة 161
... Hevey was discovered among the sweep- ings of the prison , and was at last to be disposed of . He was now honored with the personal notice of Ma- jor Sandys . " Hevey , ( says the major , ) I have seen you ride , I think , a smart sort ...
... Hevey was discovered among the sweep- ings of the prison , and was at last to be disposed of . He was now honored with the personal notice of Ma- jor Sandys . " Hevey , ( says the major , ) I have seen you ride , I think , a smart sort ...
الصفحة 162
... Hevey to be instantly set at liberty . Hevey was now a man again ; he shook the dust off his feet against the prison gate : his heart beat the response to his anticipated embrace of his fami- ly and his friends , and he returned to ...
... Hevey to be instantly set at liberty . Hevey was now a man again ; he shook the dust off his feet against the prison gate : his heart beat the response to his anticipated embrace of his fami- ly and his friends , and he returned to ...
الصفحة 163
... Hevey answered that he was a slanderous scoundrel . At that instant , Sirr rushed upon him , and assisted by three ... Hevey was insolent enough to issue an habeas corpus , and a return was made upon it ; " that Hevey was in cus- tody ...
... Hevey answered that he was a slanderous scoundrel . At that instant , Sirr rushed upon him , and assisted by three ... Hevey was insolent enough to issue an habeas corpus , and a return was made upon it ; " that Hevey was in cus- tody ...
الصفحة 250
... Goldsmith , 154 On Paine's Age of Reason , Erskine , 155 Isaiah , chap . 35 , Speech for Hevey , 159 Curran , 160 Speech in the House of Lords , Chatham 164 • Speech of Patrick Henry , Empress of Russia's Palace 250 IXDEX .
... Goldsmith , 154 On Paine's Age of Reason , Erskine , 155 Isaiah , chap . 35 , Speech for Hevey , 159 Curran , 160 Speech in the House of Lords , Chatham 164 • Speech of Patrick Henry , Empress of Russia's Palace 250 IXDEX .
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الصفحة 127 - This many summers in a sea of glory; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me.
الصفحة 50 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
الصفحة 43 - O, now you weep; and, I perceive, you feel The dint of pity : these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you, when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded? Look you here, Here is himself, marr'd, as you see, with traitors.
الصفحة 42 - 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.
الصفحة 42 - 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 honorable man. You all did see that on the Lupercal I thrice presented him a kingly crown, Which he did thrice refuse: was this ambition? Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honorable man.
الصفحة 59 - twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
الصفحة 105 - For I can raise no money by vile means: By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
الصفحة 148 - tis true, this god did shake; His coward lips did from their colour fly, And that same eye whose bend doth awe the world Did lose his lustre; I did hear him groan; Ay, and that tongue of his that bade the Romans Mark him and write his speeches in their books, Alas! it cried, "Give me some drink, Titinius,
الصفحة 53 - His glowing cheeks, his ardent eyes; And while he heaven and earth defied Changed his hand, and checked his pride. He chose a 'mournful Muse Soft pity to infuse : He sung Darius great and good, By too severe a fate Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen, Fallen from his high estate, And weltering in his blood...
الصفحة 58 - 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.