Gems of Literature, Elegant, Rare, and Suggestive ...William P. Nimmo, 1866 - 147 pages |
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... Roman empire has begun and ended , New worlds have risen - we have lost old nations , And countless kings have into dust been humbled , Whilst not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled . Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head ...
... Roman empire has begun and ended , New worlds have risen - we have lost old nations , And countless kings have into dust been humbled , Whilst not a fragment of thy flesh has crumbled . Didst thou not hear the pother o'er thy head ...
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... Roman Catholic , then your body shall be unburied . " " Then , " answered he , " I will stink ; " and so turned his head and died . Thus love , if not to the dead , to the living , will make him , if not a grave , a hole . . . . A good ...
... Roman Catholic , then your body shall be unburied . " " Then , " answered he , " I will stink ; " and so turned his head and died . Thus love , if not to the dead , to the living , will make him , if not a grave , a hole . . . . A good ...
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... Roman citizens have like slaves been put to death with tortures . The most atrocious criminals , for money , have been exempted from deserved punishment ; and the most upright men condemned and banished , unheard . Having , by his ...
... Roman citizens have like slaves been put to death with tortures . The most atrocious criminals , for money , have been exempted from deserved punishment ; and the most upright men condemned and banished , unheard . Having , by his ...
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... Roman citizen publicly mangled with Scourging ; whilst the only words he uttered amidst his cruel sufferings were , " I am a Roman citizen ! " With these he hoped to defend himself from violence and infamy ; but of so little service was ...
... Roman citizen publicly mangled with Scourging ; whilst the only words he uttered amidst his cruel sufferings were , " I am a Roman citizen ! " With these he hoped to defend himself from violence and infamy ; but of so little service was ...
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... Roman people , in a Roman province , within sight of Italy , bind , scourge , torture with fire and red - hot plates of iron , and , at the last , put to the infamous death of the cross a Roman citizen ? Shall neither the cries of ...
... Roman people , in a Roman province , within sight of Italy , bind , scourge , torture with fire and red - hot plates of iron , and , at the last , put to the infamous death of the cross a Roman citizen ? Shall neither the cries of ...
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Page 73 - Honour pricks me on. Yea, but how if honour prick me off when I come on ? how then ? Can honour set to a leg? No. Or an arm? No. Or take away the grief of a wound ? No. Honour hath no skill in surgery then ? No. What is honour? A word. What is in that word, honour? What is that honour? Air. A trim reckoning ! — Who hath it? He that died o
Page 25 - Though equal to all things, for all things unfit, Too nice for a statesman, too proud for a wit : For a patriot, too cool ; for a drudge, disobedient ; And too fond of the right to pursue the expedient. In short, 'twas his fate, unemploy'd, or in place, Sir, To eat mutton cold, and cut blocks with a razor.
Page 132 - Ye elves of hills, brooks, standing lakes, and groves ; And ye that on the sands with printless foot Do chase the ebbing Neptune, and do fly him, When he comes back ; you demi-puppets that By moonshine do the green sour ringlets make, Whereof the ewe not bites...
Page 123 - And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor: And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted—nevermore!
Page 33 - Jane; In bed she moaning lay, Till God released her of her pain; And then she went away. "So in the church-yard she was laid; And, when the grass was dry, Together round her grave we played, My brother John and I. "And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." "How many are you, then," said I, "If they two are in heaven?
Page 25 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind. Though fraught with all learning, yet straining his throat To persuade Tommy Townshend to lend him a vote...
Page 1 - When, upon some slight encouragement, I first visited your lordship, I was overpowered, like the rest of mankind, by the enchantment...
Page 86 - Or busy housewife ply her evening care: No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure; Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short and simple annals of the Poor. The boast of heraldry,...
Page 13 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Page 92 - Let's dry our eyes: and thus far hear me, Cromwell; And, when I am forgotten, as I shall be, And sleep in dull cold marble, where no mention Of me more must be heard of, say, I taught thee...