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... thee and above Deep is the air and dark , substantial black— An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it , As with a wedge ! but , when I look again , It is thine own calm home , thy crystal shrine- Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread ...
... thee and above Deep is the air and dark , substantial black— An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it , As with a wedge ! but , when I look again , It is thine own calm home , thy crystal shrine- Thy habitation from eternity ! O dread ...
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... thee parent of perpetual streams ? And you , ye five wild torrents , fiercely glad ! Who called you forth from night and utter death , From dark and icy caverns called you forth , Down those precipitous , black , jagged rocks , For ever ...
... thee parent of perpetual streams ? And you , ye five wild torrents , fiercely glad ! Who called you forth from night and utter death , From dark and icy caverns called you forth , Down those precipitous , black , jagged rocks , For ever ...
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... thee , My native land - good night ! A few short hours , and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are ...
... thee , My native land - good night ! A few short hours , and he will rise To give the morrow birth ; And I shall hail the main and skies , But not my mother earth . Deserted is my own good hall , Its hearth is desolate ; Wild weeds are ...
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... thee - and One above . " My father bless'd me fervently , " Yet did not much complain ; " But sorely will my mother sigh , " Till I come back again . " Enough , enough , my little lad , Such tears become thine eye-- If I thy guileless ...
... thee - and One above . " My father bless'd me fervently , " Yet did not much complain ; " But sorely will my mother sigh , " Till I come back again . " Enough , enough , my little lad , Such tears become thine eye-- If I thy guileless ...
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... thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine ! Welcome , welcome , ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My ...
... thee , my bark , I'll swiftly go Athwart the foaming brine ; Nor care what land thou bear'st me to , So not again to mine ! Welcome , welcome , ye dark blue waves ! And when you fail my sight , Welcome , ye deserts and ye caves ! My ...
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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
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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?
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...