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Էջ 175 - And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause; What cause withholds you then to mourn for him ? O judgment, thou art fled to brutish beasts, And men have lost their reason!
Էջ 177 - Lay floating many a rood, in bulk as huge As whom the fables name of monstrous size, Titanian or Earth-born, that warred on Jove, Briareos or Typhon, whom the den By ancient Tarsus held, or that sea-beast Leviathan, which God of all his works Created hugest that swim the ocean-stream.
Էջ 162 - The infernal Serpent ; he it was, whose guile, Stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived The mother of mankind, what time his pride Had cast him out from heaven...
Էջ 177 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him haply slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-founder'd skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Էջ 163 - Hold my right hand, Almighty ! and me teach To strike the lyre, but seldom struck, to notes Harmonious with the morning stars, and pure As those by sainted bards and angels sung, Which wake the echoes of Eternity ; That fools may hear and tremble, and the wise, Instructed, listen of ages yet to come.
Էջ 46 - ... months a professing Christian. Her :race was short, and her end triumphant. O glorious hope of immortality ! O transporting thought ! Julia yet lives, and lives for ever. Surely if there is any one word that carries peculiar sweetness in its sound, it is this word immortality. It is this that dries the tear that falls upon the urn of those we love. It is this that reconciles the soul to
Էջ 162 - Of Man's first disobedience and the fruit of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste brought death into the world, and all our woe— sing Heavenly Muse ! Who first seduced them to that foul revolt ? The infernal Serpent ; he it was, whose guile, stirred up with envy and revenge, deceived the mother of mankind.