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appear arms bear beauty behold blood breaſt bright Cæſar Cato Cato's charms courſe death dreadful earth Enter eyes face fall fate father fear field fight fire firſt flow force foul friends give gods grief grow hand head hear heart heaven himſelf Italy Jove JUBA kind kings laſt length lies light live look LUCIA LUCIUS maid MARCIA MARCUS mighty moſt Muſe muſt nature never nymph o'er once paſſion PHAX pleaſing Poet Portius prince rage reſt riſe Roman Rome round ſaw ſays ſee SEMPRONIUS ſhall ſhe ſhining ſhould ſhow ſome ſon ſoul ſpeak ſtand ſtill ſtreams ſuch ſword Syphax tears tell thee theſe thoſe thou thoughts thunder toils train turn verſe virgin virtue voice Whilſt whole winds wonder woods young youth
Seite 326 - I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them. [Laying his hand on his sword.\ Thus am I doubly arm'd ; my death and life, My bane and antidote, are both before me.
Seite 325 - Here will I hold. If there's a Power above us, — And that there is, all Nature cries aloud Through all her works, — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
Seite 98 - Not the rough whirlwind that deforms Adria's black gulf and vexes it with storms, The stubborn virtue of his soul can move ; Not the red arm of angry Jove, That flings the thunder from the sky, And gives it rage to roar, and strength to fly. Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin, and confusion hurl'd, He, unconcern'd would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure, amidst a falling world.
Seite 333 - Lucius, art thou here ? — thou art too good ! — Let this our friendship live between our children; Make Portius .happy in thy daughter Lucia. Alas! poor man, he weeps! — Marcia, my daughter — — O bend me forward ! — Juba loves thee, Marcia.
Seite 270 - Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his throng'd legions, and charge home upon him.
Seite 200 - This is wonderfully diverting to the understanding: thus to receive a precept that enters, as it were, through a by-way, and to apprehend an idea that draws a whole train after it.
Seite 35 - Through pathless fields, and unfrequented floods, To dens of dragons and enchanted woods. But now the mystic tale, that pleased of yore, Can charm an understanding age no more; The long-spun allegories fulsome grow, While the dull moral lies too plain below.
Seite 247 - And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, th' important day, big with the fate Of Cato and of Rome" Our father's death Would fill up all the guilt of civil war, And close the scene of blood. Already...