- recompense of his services, the solace of his pains, the reward of his dangers. The harvest he looks for the destiny, the only, destiny, to which he aspires-is that of his good name; and for that he is content to trust to time, to time, that incorruptible judge, who dispenses justice to all! 11. Gentlemen, you all remember the instance of that Roman, who, to save his country from a dangerous conspiracy, had been constrained to overstep the powers conferred on him by the laws. A captious Trib'une exacted of him the oath that he had respected those laws; hoping, by this insidious demand, to drive the Consul to the alternative of perjury or of an embarrassing avowal. "Swear," said the Tribune, "swear that you have observed the laws.” "I swear," replied the great man, "I swear that I have saved the Republic." Gentlemen, I swear that you have saved France! 12. It is the cause, it is the cause, my soul!- I can again thy former light restore, Should I repent me; but once put out thy light, I know not where is that Pro-me'the-an heat, 13. Hold thy desperate hand: Art thou a man? thy form cries out, thou art; Thou hast amazed me: by my holy order, I thought thy disposition better tempered. 14. Macbeth. If it were done, when 't is done, then 't were well It were done quickly. If the assassination Could trammel up the consequence, and catch, But here upon this bank and shoal of time, — § 60. Exercises in Low Pitch. (See § 41.) 1. Tread softly! bow the head; In reverent silence bow; Is passing now. 2. Chillon! thy prison is a holy place, - for 't was trod And thy sad floor an altar, Worn as if thy cold pavements were a sod, 3. Oh! now forever 4. Farewell the tranquil mind! farewell content! Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war! King John. I had a thing to say, · but let it go; The sun is in the heaven, and the proud day, Attended with the pleasures of the world, Is all too wanton and too full of gauds To give me audience. If the midnight bell Did, with his iron tongue and brazen mouth, Sound One unto the drowsy race of night: If this same were a churchyard where we stand, And thou possessed with a thousand wrongs; Or if that thou couldst see me . . . without eyes, Hear me... without thine ears, and make reply Without a tongue, using conceit alone, Without eyes, ears, and harmful sound of words, Then, in despite of broad-eyed, watchful day, I would into thy bosom pour my thoughts. But, ah! I will not, yet I love thee well; And, by my troth, I think thou lov'st 5. I have almost forgot the taste of fears. well! The time has been, my senses would have cooled Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir As life were in 't: I have supped full with horrors. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me. 6. I had a dream, which was not all a dream: Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air. 7. Ah! Gentlemen, that was a dreadful mistake! Such a secret can be safe nowhere. The whole creation of God has neither nook nor corner where the guilty can bestow it, and say it is safe. 8. Description of Satan. He above the rest, In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Shorn of his beams; or from behind the moon, On half the nations, and with fear of change Low PITCH, WITH TRANSITIONS. 9. In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Dear, fatal name! rest ever unrevealed, O, write it not, my band the name appears 10. There lies a sleeping city. God of dreams! What an unreäl and fantastic world Within the sweep of yon encircling wall, Finds room to rise, and never feels the crowd! If when the shows had left the dreamers' eyes 11. May one be pardoned, and retain the offense? ... Buys out the law. But... 't is not so above! 12. Thou sure and firm-set earth! Hear not my steps, which way they walk; for fear And take the present horror from the time, 13. Ye eldest gods! Who in no statues of exactest form Are palpable; who shun the azure heights |