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By heaven, I had rather coin my heart,
denied me : was that done like Cassius ?
I denied you not.
I did not : he was but a fool
my heart : A friend should bear his friend's infirmities, But Brutus makes mine greater than they are.
Bru. I do not, till you practise them on me.
I do not like
faults. Cas. A friendly eye could never see such faults.
BRU. A flatterer's would not, though they do appear As huge as high Olympus.
Cas. Come, Antony, and young Octavius, come,
my naked breast; within, a heart Dearer than Plutus' mine, richer than gold : If that thou be'st a Roman, take it forth; indirection] crooked courses.
to lock) as to lock.
I, that denied thee gold, will give my heart :
Sheathe your dagger : Be angry
when you will, it shall have scope; Do what
will, dishonour shall be humour.
Hath Cassius lived
BRU. When I spoke that, I was ill-temper'd too.
hand. BRU. And
heart too. Cas.
O Brutus ! BRU.
What's the matter ? Cas. Have not you love enough to bear with me, When that rash humour which
mother Makes me forgetful ? BRU.
Yes, Cassius; and from henceforth, When you are over-earnest with your Brutus, He 'll think your mother chides, and leave you so.
The Dying Gladiator
I see before me the Gladiator lie;
And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow
The arena swims around him—he is gone,
He heard it, but he heeded not-his eyes
All this rush'd with his blood—Shall he expire And unavenged ?-Arise ! ye Goths, and glut your ire! ...
His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves ;
And thick on Severn snow the leaves.
'Twould blow like this through holt and hanger
When Uricon the city stood :
But then it thresh'd another wood.
Then, 'twas before my time, the Roman
At yonder heaving hill would stare :
The thoughts that hurt him, they were there.
There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high ;
Then 'twas the Roman, now 'tis I.
It blows so hard, 'twill soon be gone :
A. E. Housman.
From Locksley Hall
For I dipt into the future, far as human eye could see, Saw the Vision of the world, and all the wonder that
would be ; Saw the heavens fill with commerce, argosies of magic
sails, Pilots of the purple twilight, dropping down with costly
bales; Heard the heavens fill with shouting, and there rain'd
a ghastly dew From the nations' airy navies grappling in the central
blue; Far along the world-wide whisper of the south-wind
rushing warm, With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the
thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb’d no longer, and the battle
flags were furld In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. ...
140* On first looking into Chapman's
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold,
And many goodly states and kingdoms seen ;
Round many western islands have I been
That deep-brow'd Homer ruled as his demesne ;
Yet did I never breathe its pure serene
When a new planet swims into his ken;
He stared at the Pacific—and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmiseSilent, upon a peak in Darien.
QUINQUEREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir
With a cargo of ivory
And apes and peacocks,
Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palm-green shores
With a cargo of diamonds,
Quinquereme) a ship with five banks of oarş.