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الصفحة 462 - Ibid. When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union ; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood.
الصفحة 46 - TWELFTH NIGHT. If music be the food of love, play on ; Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting, The appetite may sicken, and so die. That strain again ; it had a dying fall : O, it came o'er my ear like the sweet south, That breathes upon a bank of violets, Stealing and giving odour. Act\.
الصفحة 321 - His death eclipsed the gayety of nations, and impoverished the public stock of harmless pleasure. Life of Edmund Smith (alluding to the death of Garrick). That man is little to be envied whose patriotism would not gain force upon the plain of Marathon, or whose piety would not grow warmer among the ruins of lona.
الصفحة 97 - Act iv. Sc. 3. Give sorrow words ; the grief that does not speak Whispers the o'er-fraught heart, and bids it break. Act iv. Sc. 3. What, all my pretty chickens, and their dam, At one fell swoop ? Act iv. Sc. 3. I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Act iv.
الصفحة 85 - Sc. i. Romans, countrymen, and lovers ! hear me for my cause ; and be silent that you may hear. Act iii. Sc. 2. Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Act iii. Sc. 2. Who is here so base, that would be a bondman ? If any, speak ; for him have I
الصفحة 207 - ibid. As good almost kill a man as kill a good book ; who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God's image ; but he who destroys a good book kills reason itself. Areopagitica. A good book is the precious life-blood of a master-spirit embalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life. Areopagitica.
الصفحة 104 - Act i. Sc. 3. Neither a borrower nor a lender be, For loan oft loses both itself and friend ; And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. This above all, — to thine own self be true ; And it must follow, as the night the day, Thou canst not then be false to any man. Act i. Sc.
الصفحة 339 - By forms unseen their dirge is sung ; There Honour comes, a pilgrim gray, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there. Ibid. When Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung. The Passions. Line I. Filled with fury, rapt,
الصفحة 496 - JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE. 1795-1820. When Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. • She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure, celestial white, With streakings of the morning light.
الصفحة 111 - the proud man's contumely, The pangs of despis'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels 1 bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But