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... Alex . Thou dearer to me than my groves of laurel , I know thou lov'st thy Alexander more Than Clytus does the king . Lys . Now for my fate ! I see that death awaits me - yet I'll on . Dread sir ! I cast me at your royal feet . . Alex ...
... Alex . Thou dearer to me than my groves of laurel , I know thou lov'st thy Alexander more Than Clytus does the king . Lys . Now for my fate ! I see that death awaits me - yet I'll on . Dread sir ! I cast me at your royal feet . . Alex ...
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. Alex . Rise , my Lysimachus ; thy veins and mine From the same fountain have deriv'd their streams : Rise to my arms , and let thy king embrace thee . Is not that Clytus ? Clyt . Your old faithful soldier . Alex . Clytus , thy hand ...
. Alex . Rise , my Lysimachus ; thy veins and mine From the same fountain have deriv'd their streams : Rise to my arms , and let thy king embrace thee . Is not that Clytus ? Clyt . Your old faithful soldier . Alex . Clytus , thy hand ...
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Alex . By heaven they never did ; they never can ; And I more glory to have pass'd that stream Than to have drove a million o'er the plain . Can none remember , yes — I know all must , When glory like the dazzling eagle stood Perch'd on ...
Alex . By heaven they never did ; they never can ; And I more glory to have pass'd that stream Than to have drove a million o'er the plain . Can none remember , yes — I know all must , When glory like the dazzling eagle stood Perch'd on ...
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... Alex . A soldier asks it - that the noblest claim . Lys . For all the services my word has done Humbly I beg the Princess Parasitas . ) Parisatis Alex . Lysimachus , no more - it is not well- My word , you know , was to Hephestion given ...
... Alex . A soldier asks it - that the noblest claim . Lys . For all the services my word has done Humbly I beg the Princess Parasitas . ) Parisatis Alex . Lysimachus , no more - it is not well- My word , you know , was to Hephestion given ...
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... Alex . It does , brave sir ! -Now hear me and be dumb : When by my order curst Calisthenes Was as a traitor doom'd to live in torments , Your pity sped him in despite of me ; Think not I have forgot your insolence , No , tho ' I pardon ...
... Alex . It does , brave sir ! -Now hear me and be dumb : When by my order curst Calisthenes Was as a traitor doom'd to live in torments , Your pity sped him in despite of me ; Think not I have forgot your insolence , No , tho ' I pardon ...
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Seite 47 - Hence, loathed Melancholy, Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn 'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights unholy ! Find out some uncouth cell, Where brooding Darkness spreads his jealous wings, And the night-raven sings ; There, under ebon shades and low-browed rocks, As ragged as thy locks, In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell.
Seite 34 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, that, when a soul is found sincerely so, a thousand. liveried angels lackey her, driving far off each thing of sin and guilt, and, in clear dream and solemn vision, tell her of things that no gross ear can hear...
Seite 34 - Till all be made immortal : but when lust, By unchaste looks, loose gestures, and foul talk, But most by lewd and lavish act of sin, Lets in defilement to the inward parts, The soul grows clotted by contagion, Imbodies, and imbrutes, till she quite lose The divine property of her first being.
Seite 31 - Virtue could see to do what virtue would By her own radiant light, though sun and moon Were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self Oft seeks to sweet retired solitude ; Where, with her best nurse, Contemplation, She plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd. He that has light within his own clear breast, May sit i...
Seite 66 - And from thence can soar as soon To the corners of the moon. Mortals, that would follow me, Love Virtue ; she alone is free. She can teach ye how to climb Higher than the sphery chime; Or, if Virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.
Seite 32 - That musing meditation most affects The pensive secrecy of desert cell, Far from the cheerful haunt of men and herds, And sits as safe as in a senate-house ; For who would rob a hermit of his weeds, His few books, or his beads, or maple dish...
Seite 56 - Wherefore did Nature pour her bounties forth With such a full and unwithdrawing hand, Covering the earth with odours, fruits and flocks, Thronging the seas with spawn innumerable, But all to please, and sate the curious taste...
Seite 48 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Seite 23 - My best guide now : methought it was the sound Of riot and ill-managed merriment, Such as the jocund flute, or gamesome pipe, Stirs up among the loose unletter'd hinds, When, for their teeming flocks, and granges full, In wanton dance they praise the bounteous Pan, And thank the gods amiss.
Seite 44 - I was all ear, And took in strains that might create a soul Under the ribs of Death...