PoetryVicesimus Knox S. Walker, 1825 |
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... Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! You have ungently , Brutus , When went there by an age , since the great Stole from my bed : and yesternight , at supper , flood , [ man ? You suddenly arose and walk'd about , But it ...
... Rome , thou hast lost the breed of noble bloods ! You have ungently , Brutus , When went there by an age , since the great Stole from my bed : and yesternight , at supper , flood , [ man ? You suddenly arose and walk'd about , But it ...
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... Rome : Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together , And Rome attends her fate from our resolves . How shall we treat this bold aspiring man ? Success still follows him , and backs his crimes ; ' Tis time to sheathe the sword and spare ...
... Rome : Cæsar's approach has summon'd us together , And Rome attends her fate from our resolves . How shall we treat this bold aspiring man ? Success still follows him , and backs his crimes ; ' Tis time to sheathe the sword and spare ...
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... Rome . [ try . Would he save Cato , bid him spare his coun- Tell your dictator this ; and tell him , Cato Disdains a life which he has power to offer . Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Presumptuous man ! the gods take care of Cæsar ...
... Rome . [ try . Would he save Cato , bid him spare his coun- Tell your dictator this ; and tell him , Cato Disdains a life which he has power to offer . Dec. Rome and her senators submit to Presumptuous man ! the gods take care of Cæsar ...
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