Poems on Several Occasions: To which are Added, the Tragedies of Julius Caesar, and Marcus Brutus. By John Sheffield, ...Robert and Andrew Foulis, 1752 - 280 էջ |
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... face in tears , A difinal vale lies in a defart ifle , On which indulgent Heav'n did never fmile . There a thick grove of aged Cypress trees , Which none without an awful horror fees , Into its wither'd arms , depriv'd of leaves , Whole ...
... face in tears , A difinal vale lies in a defart ifle , On which indulgent Heav'n did never fmile . There a thick grove of aged Cypress trees , Which none without an awful horror fees , Into its wither'd arms , depriv'd of leaves , Whole ...
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... face they make indecent moan , And feel a hundred deaths in fearing one : Thy flame becomes unhallow'd in their breast , And he a murderer , who was a Priest . But against me thy strongest forces call , And on my head let all the ...
... face they make indecent moan , And feel a hundred deaths in fearing one : Thy flame becomes unhallow'd in their breast , And he a murderer , who was a Priest . But against me thy strongest forces call , And on my head let all the ...
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... face is in its spring decay'd , .. Pale grow the rofes , and the lilies fade ; Her skin has loft that luftre which furpafs'd The Sun's , and well deserv'd as long to last : Her eyes , which us'd to pierce the hardest hearts , Are now ...
... face is in its spring decay'd , .. Pale grow the rofes , and the lilies fade ; Her skin has loft that luftre which furpafs'd The Sun's , and well deserv'd as long to last : Her eyes , which us'd to pierce the hardest hearts , Are now ...
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... face my forrow wears , I must restrain unruly floods of tears . My eyes and tongue put on diffembling forms , I fhew a calmness in the midst of storms ; I feem to hope when all my hopes are gone , And almost dead with grief , difcover ...
... face my forrow wears , I must restrain unruly floods of tears . My eyes and tongue put on diffembling forms , I fhew a calmness in the midst of storms ; I feem to hope when all my hopes are gone , And almost dead with grief , difcover ...
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... , That you repine a husband should escape Th ' united force of fuch a face and shape . If fo , alas ! for all thofe charming pow'rs , Your cafe is just as desperate as ours . Expect that birds fhould only fing to you , And.
... , That you repine a husband should escape Th ' united force of fuch a face and shape . If fo , alas ! for all thofe charming pow'rs , Your cafe is just as desperate as ours . Expect that birds fhould only fing to you , And.
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Poems on Several Occasions: To which are Added, the Tragedies of Julius ... John Sheffield Duke of Buckingham Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - 1752 |
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againſt ANTONY Athens beaſt becauſe befides beſt BRUTUS CAESAR CASCA CASSIUS caufe cauſe charms CITIZEN DECIUS BRUTUS deferve defire DOLABELLA ev'n ev'ry eyes facred faid fame fate fatires fault fear feem fenfe fhall fhew fhine fighs fight fince firſt flaves fome foon foul fpirits friendſhip ftill fubject fuch fure Gods greateſt grief heart Heav'n himſelf honour infpires itſelf joys juft JUNIA juſt kindneſs laſt leaſt lefs loft lov'd LUCILIUS mankind maſter mind moſt mufe muft muſt myſelf ne'er noble o'er paffion paſt pleaſe pleaſure POMPEY PORTIA pow'r praiſe publick raiſe reaſon reſt Roman Rome ſay SCENE ſee ſeems ſhall ſhe ſhine ſhould ſhow ſome ſpeak ſtate ſtay ſtill ſtrong ſuch thee thefe themſelves theſe thing thofe thoſe thou thoughts thouſand TITINIUS TREBONIUS us'd uſe VARIUS virtue Whofe whoſe wife wiſh worſe wretched yourſelf
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Էջ 197 - O what a fall was there, my countrymen! Then I, and you, and all of us fell down, Whilst bloody treason flourish'd over us. O, now you weep; and I perceive you feel The dint of pity: these are gracious drops. Kind souls, what, weep you when you but behold Our Caesar's vesture wounded?
Էջ 195 - 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.
Էջ 196 - Caesar loved you. You are not wood, you are not stones, but men; And, being men, hearing the will of Caesar, It will inflame you, it will make you mad. 'Tis good you know not that you are his heirs; For if you should, O, what would come of it!
Էջ 144 - I cannot tell what you and other men Think of this life; but for my single self, I had as lief not be as live to be In awe of such a thing as I myself.
Էջ 86 - Read Homer once, and you can read no more ; For all books else appear so mean, so poor, Verse will seem prose : but still persist to read. And Homer will be all the books you need.
Էջ 62 - I as wife as many of my fex : But time and you may bolder thoughts infpire ; And I, perhaps, may yield to your defire.
Էջ 197 - 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...
Էջ 62 - For now my Pen has tir'd my tender Hand : My Woman knows the Secret of my Heart, And may hereafter better News impart.
Էջ 85 - A work of such inestimable worth, There are but two the world has yet brought forth ! HOMER and VIRGIL ! with what...
Էջ 205 - But here our author, befides other faults Of ill expreffions, and of vulgar thoughts, Commits one crime that needs an act of grace, And breaks the law of unity of place...