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Стр. 78 - It must be so — Plato, thou reasonest well ; Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality ? Or whence this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought ? Why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction ? Tis the divinity that stirs within us ; 'Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man ! Eternity ! thou pleasing, dreadful thought ! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes...
Стр. 79 - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. 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.
Стр. 78 - Content thyself to be obscurely good. When vice prevails, and impious men bear sway, The post of honour is a private station.
Стр. 79 - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
Стр. x - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
Стр. 18 - Tis not in mortals to command success, But we'll do more, Sempronius; we'll deserve it.
Стр. 34 - CATO. Let|| not a torrent of impetuous zeal Transport thee thus beyond the bounds of REASON : True FORTITUDE is seen in great exploits, That justice warrants, and that wisdom guides: All else is tow'ring frenzy and distraction.
Стр. 24 - Then rises fresh, pursues his wonted game, And if the following day he chance to find A new repast, or an untasted spring, Blesses his stars, and thinks it luxury.