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... Lioni and Bertram . 21. Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius 56. Regrets of Drunkenness 33. In Gloriam 53. Lochiel's Warning 59. The Trial Scene . 63. The Song of the Forge 77. Iago and Othello 101. The Sensitive Author . 107. Scene from ...
... Lioni and Bertram . 21. Quarrel of Brutus and Cassius 56. Regrets of Drunkenness 33. In Gloriam 53. Lochiel's Warning 59. The Trial Scene . 63. The Song of the Forge 77. Iago and Othello 101. The Sensitive Author . 107. Scene from ...
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... LIONI AND BERTRAM . BYRON . The following extract is from the fifth act of Byron's tragedy of Marino Faliero , Doge of Venice . Lioni , a patrician Senator , is visited by Bertram whom he has befriended , and who comes to warn him ...
... LIONI AND BERTRAM . BYRON . The following extract is from the fifth act of Byron's tragedy of Marino Faliero , Doge of Venice . Lioni , a patrician Senator , is visited by Bertram whom he has befriended , and who comes to warn him ...
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... Lioni . Wherefore not ? What means this menace ? Bert . Do not seek its meaning , But do as I implore thee ; stir not forth , - Whate'er be stirring ; though the roar of crowds The cry of women , and the shrieks of babes ― -- -- The ...
... Lioni . Wherefore not ? What means this menace ? Bert . Do not seek its meaning , But do as I implore thee ; stir not forth , - Whate'er be stirring ; though the roar of crowds The cry of women , and the shrieks of babes ― -- -- The ...
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... Lioni . I am . Nor is there aught which shall impede me ! Bert . Then Heaven have mercy on thy soul ! Farewell ! Lioni . Stay , - there is more in this than my own safety , Which makes me call thee back ; we must not part thus : Bertram ...
... Lioni . I am . Nor is there aught which shall impede me ! Bert . Then Heaven have mercy on thy soul ! Farewell ! Lioni . Stay , - there is more in this than my own safety , Which makes me call thee back ; we must not part thus : Bertram ...
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... Lioni . Where Can lie the honor in a league of murder ? And who are traitors save unto the state ? Bert . A league is still a compact , and more binding In honest hearts when words must stand for law ; And in my mind , there is no ...
... Lioni . Where Can lie the honor in a league of murder ? And who are traitors save unto the state ? Bert . A league is still a compact , and more binding In honest hearts when words must stand for law ; And in my mind , there is no ...
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Seite 449 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Seite 89 - The basis of our political systems is the right of the people to make and to alter their constitutions of government. But the constitution which at any time exists till changed by an explicit and authentic act of the whole people is sacredly obligatory upon all. The very idea of the power and the right of the people to establish government presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established government.
Seite 67 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 141 - Julius bleed for justice' sake ? What villain touched his body, that did stab, And not for justice ? What, shall one of us, That struck the foremost man of all this world, But for supporting robbers, shall we now Contaminate our fingers with base bribes, And sell the mighty space of our large honours For so much trash as may be grasped thus ? I had rather be a dog, and bay the moon, Than such a Roman.
Seite 401 - I heard the bell tolled on thy burial day, I saw the hearse that bore thee slow away, And, turning from my nursery window, drew A long, long sigh, and wept a last adieu ! But was it such ? It was.
Seite 42 - We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases We still have judgment here ; that we but teach Bloody instructions, which, being taught, return To plague the inventor ; this even-handed justice Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To our own lips.
Seite 331 - Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O UNION, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the hopes of future years, Is hanging breathless on thy fate! We know what Master laid thy keel, What Workmen wrought thy ribs of steel, Who made each mast, and sail, and rope, What anvils rang, what hammers beat, In what a forge, and what a heat Were shaped the anchors of thy hope!
Seite 193 - Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Seite 357 - Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutored mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind: His soul, proud science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or Milky Way: Yet simple Nature to his hope has given.
Seite 417 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.