The Ridpath Library of Universal Literature: A Biographical and Bibliographical Summary of the World's Most Eminent Authors, Including the Choicest Extracts and Masterpieces from Their Writings, Volumen20Avil Printing Company, 1903 |
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... blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms rued ) Famine and fire he held , and therewithal He razed towns , and threw down towers and all . Cities he sacked , and realms ( that whilom flowered In honor , glory , and rule ...
... blood imbrued ; And in his left ( that kings and kingdoms rued ) Famine and fire he held , and therewithal He razed towns , and threw down towers and all . Cities he sacked , and realms ( that whilom flowered In honor , glory , and rule ...
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... blood at his behest , Welling from his wounded breast . Sigruna [ In the tomb ] .- That we two thus should meet again , Helgi , makes thy wife as fain , As Odin's hawks that sniff afar Fresh carnage on the field of war : Or , bright ...
... blood at his behest , Welling from his wounded breast . Sigruna [ In the tomb ] .- That we two thus should meet again , Helgi , makes thy wife as fain , As Odin's hawks that sniff afar Fresh carnage on the field of war : Or , bright ...
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... blood are red , The arrows of death are sped , The ships are filled with the dead , And the spears the champions hurl . They drift as wrecks on the tide , The grappling - irons are plied , The boarders climb up the side , The shouts are ...
... blood are red , The arrows of death are sped , The ships are filled with the dead , And the spears the champions hurl . They drift as wrecks on the tide , The grappling - irons are plied , The boarders climb up the side , The shouts are ...
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... blood , his bosom wounded , and himself half - dead . The moment he had recovered his senses he arose , and returned with new ardor toward the vessel , the parts of which now yawned asunder from the violent strokes of the billows . The ...
... blood , his bosom wounded , and himself half - dead . The moment he had recovered his senses he arose , and returned with new ardor toward the vessel , the parts of which now yawned asunder from the violent strokes of the billows . The ...
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... blood flowing from his eyes and ears . The gov- ernor put him into the hands of a surgeon , while we sought along the beach for the corpse of Virginia . But the wind having changed - which frequently happens during hurricanes - our ...
... blood flowing from his eyes and ears . The gov- ernor put him into the hands of a surgeon , while we sought along the beach for the corpse of Virginia . But the wind having changed - which frequently happens during hurricanes - our ...
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Artemidorus bear beauty better blood born bright Brutus Cæsar Calphurnia Casca Cassius Cicero Cinna Citizen Clitus clouds Dardanius dead death Decius died doth dream earth English Enter eternal Exeunt eyes father fear fire French give glory grief hand hath hear heart heaven History honor ides of March Julius Cæsar King land Ligarius light literature live look lord Lucilius Lucius Madame Mademoiselle Mark Antony Massillon Medor Messala Metellus mighty mind Mirror for Magistrates nature never Nibelungenlied night noble o'er Octavius once Paris peace philosophy Pindarus poems poet Poetic Edda poetry Portia Roman Rome Sappho SCENE Shakespeare Shelley song soul speak spirit stand sweet sword tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion Titinius to-day translated Trebonius true truth verse voice Volumnius word writings young
Pasajes populares
Página 426 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators save only he Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He only, in a general honest thought And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle, and the elements So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up And say to all the world, 'This was a man!
Página 476 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 396 - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil, that men do, lives after them ; The good is oft interred with their bones ; So let it be with Caesar.
Página 341 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought...
Página 469 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers From the seas and the streams ; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun.
Página 474 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Página 362 - And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him. He had a fever when he was in Spain, And when the fit was on him I did mark How he did shake : 'tis true, this god did shake ; His coward...
Página 400 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle : I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look, in this place ran Cassius...
Página 348 - But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Juliet is the sun. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Who is already sick and pale with grief, That thou her maid art far more fair than she: Be not her maid, since she is envious; Her vestal livery is but sick and green And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.
Página 400 - 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.