The second Poetical reading book, compiled, with notes, by W. McLeodWalter McLeod 1850 |
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... Brutus and Cassius were the two principal conspirators . Cæsar's refusal to remit a sentence which had been passed on one Publius Cimber was the signal for his death . Casca stabs him first ; Brutus gives the last blow ; and Cæsar falls ...
... Brutus and Cassius were the two principal conspirators . Cæsar's refusal to remit a sentence which had been passed on one Publius Cimber was the signal for his death . Casca stabs him first ; Brutus gives the last blow ; and Cæsar falls ...
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... Brutus 1 Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious ; If it were so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it . Here , under leave of Brutus and the rest ( For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all , all ...
... Brutus 1 Hath told you , Cæsar was ambitious ; If it were so , it was a grievous fault ; And grievously hath Cæsar answer'd it . Here , under leave of Brutus and the rest ( For Brutus is an honourable man ; So are they all , all ...
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... Brutus wrong , and Cassius1 wrong ; Who , you all know , are honourable men . I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead , to wrong myself , and you , Than I will wrong such honourable men . But here's a parchment ...
... Brutus wrong , and Cassius1 wrong ; Who , you all know , are honourable men . I will not do them wrong ; I rather choose To wrong the dead , to wrong myself , and you , Than I will wrong such honourable men . But here's a parchment ...
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... Brutus stabb'd ; And , as he pluck'd his cursed steel away , Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it ; As rushing ... Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no ; For Brutus F 4 LESS . X. 103 JULIUS CÆSAR .
... Brutus stabb'd ; And , as he pluck'd his cursed steel away , Mark how the blood of Cæsar follow'd it ; As rushing ... Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no ; For Brutus F 4 LESS . X. 103 JULIUS CÆSAR .
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Walter McLeod. If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no ; For Brutus , as you know , was Cæsar's angel : Judge , O ye Gods ! how dearly Cæsar loved him . This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For , when the noble Cæsar saw him stab ...
Walter McLeod. If Brutus so unkindly knock'd or no ; For Brutus , as you know , was Cæsar's angel : Judge , O ye Gods ! how dearly Cæsar loved him . This was the most unkindest cut of all ; For , when the noble Cæsar saw him stab ...
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Стр. 100 - 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.
Стр. 24 - Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform ; and mix And nourish all things ; let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise. Ye mists and exhalations, that now rise From hill or steaming lake, dusky, or gray, Till the sun paint your fleecy skirts with gold, In honour to the world's great Author rise...
Стр. 81 - tis nought to me : Since God is ever present, ever felt, In the void waste as in the city full ; And where He vital breathes, there must be joy.
Стр. 67 - O, how wretched Is that poor man that hangs on princes' favours ! There is, betwixt that smile we would aspire to, That sweet aspect of princes, and their ruin, More pangs and fears than wars or women have; And when he falls, he falls like Lucifer, Never to hope again.
Стр. 118 - No sound of joy or sorrow Was heard from either bank, But friends and foes in dumb surprise, With parted lips and straining eyes, Stood gazing where he sank ; And when above the surges They saw his crest appear, All Rome sent forth a rapturous cry, And even the ranks of Tuscany Could scarce forbear to cheer.
Стр. 34 - WHEN the British warrior queen. Bleeding from the Roman rods, Sought, with an indignant mien, Counsel of her country's gods. Sage beneath the spreading oak Sat the Druid, hoary chief ; Every burning word he spoke Full of rage, and full of grief.
Стр. 35 - Near yonder copse, where once the garden smiled, And still where many a garden -flower grows wild; There, where a few torn shrubs the place disclose, The village preacher's modest mansion rose. A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year...
Стр. 89 - God, and fill the hills with praise! Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Стр. 68 - Love thyself last: cherish those hearts that hate thee; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not: Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr!
Стр. 101 - 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...