 | Joseph Addison - 1856 - Страниц: 594
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 | Worthy Putnam - 1858 - Страниц: 420
...her beauty, forgetting to grieve, Lay aslcep in her bloom on the bosom of eve. 12. Tragic Thought. 0, could my dying hand but lodge a sword In Caesar's bosom, and revenge my country ; I could enjoy the pangs of death, and smile, In agony I 13. Beautiful Thought. 14. To the Ocean..... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 836
...Lucius весте fond of life ; but whit is life ? 'Tie not to »talk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun ; — 'Tis to be...relish. Oh. could my dying hand but lodge a sword In Cœsar's bosom, and revenge my country, By Heaven 1 could enjoy the pangs of death, And smile in agony... | |
 | 1859 - Страниц: 828
...CATO. Lucius seems fond of life ; but what is life 1 JTis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun ; — 'Tis to be...gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. Oh j could my dying hand but lodge a sword In Caesar's bosom, and revenge my country^ By Heaven I could... | |
 | Charles Richson - 1860 - Страниц: 216
...account. Lucius seems fond of life ; but what is life ? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun ; 'Tis to be free....gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. Luc. Others, perhaps. May serve their country with as warm a zeal, Though 'tis not kindled into rage.... | |
 | Wise sayings - 1864 - Страниц: 394
...Happiness unseen is falling Down from God's bosom silently. Kassandra. — SCHILLER. What is life 2 'Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. Cato, Act II. Scene in. — ADDISON. It is a weary interlude — Which doth short joys, long woes,... | |
 | 1864 - Страниц: 332
...fresh air from time to time; 'Tis, to be free. When liberty ia gone, Life grows insipid, and has lust its relish. Oh ! could my dying hand but lodge a sword In Csesar's bosom and revenge my country, liy heavens, I could enjoy the pangs of death, AuJ. smile in... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1865 - Страниц: 592
...account. Lucius seems fond of life ; but what is life ? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun ; — 'Tis to be...relish. Oh, could my dying hand but lodge a sword In Cassar's bosom, and revenge my country, By Heaven, I could enjoy the pangs of death, And smile in agony... | |
 | 1867 - Страниц: 336
...account, Lucius seems fond of life : but what is life ? 'Tis not to draw fresh air from time to time; 'Tis, to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows...relish. Oh! could my dying hand but lodge a sword In Ciesar'e bosom and revenge my country, By heavens, I could enjoy the pangs of death, And smile in agony... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1867 - Страниц: 752
...! For were ev'n Paradise my prison, Still I should long to leap the crystal walls. Dryden, Don Seb. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid and has lost its relish. Additon, Calo, is. A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty Is worth a whole eternity in bondage. Additon,... | |
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Lucius seems fond of life; but what is life? 'Tis not to stalk about, and draw fresh air From time to time, or gaze upon the sun; Tis to be free. When liberty is gone, Life grows insipid, and has lost its relish. 
