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15 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thought , This wond'rous goodness stirs . But ' tis impossible , And utterance all is vile ; since I can only Swear you reign here , but never tell how much . " Sci . It is enough ; I know thee , thou art honest ; " Goodness innate ...
... thought , This wond'rous goodness stirs . But ' tis impossible , And utterance all is vile ; since I can only Swear you reign here , but never tell how much . " Sci . It is enough ; I know thee , thou art honest ; " Goodness innate ...
16 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thought of Altamont , One kind remembrance in Calista's breast , The winds with all their wings would be too slow To bear me to her feet . For , Oh , my father ! Amidst the stream of joy that bears me on , Blest as I am , and honour'd ...
... thought of Altamont , One kind remembrance in Calista's breast , The winds with all their wings would be too slow To bear me to her feet . For , Oh , my father ! Amidst the stream of joy that bears me on , Blest as I am , and honour'd ...
23 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thoughts , and swear I will not fail her . [ Lothario putting up the letter hastily , drops it as he goes out . [ Exeunt Lothario and Rossano one way , Lucilla another . Enter HORATIO . Hor . Sure ' tis the very error of my eyes ...
... thoughts , and swear I will not fail her . [ Lothario putting up the letter hastily , drops it as he goes out . [ Exeunt Lothario and Rossano one way , Lucilla another . Enter HORATIO . Hor . Sure ' tis the very error of my eyes ...
25 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thought- Lav . My lord ! Enter LAVINIA . Trust me , it joys my heart that I have found you . Enquiring wherefore you ... thoughts , That I may take you gently in my arms , Sooth you to rest , and soften all your pains . Hor . It were ...
... thought- Lav . My lord ! Enter LAVINIA . Trust me , it joys my heart that I have found you . Enquiring wherefore you ... thoughts , That I may take you gently in my arms , Sooth you to rest , and soften all your pains . Hor . It were ...
26 ÆäÀÌÁö
... thought ! Lav . Alas ! what is it ? " Wherefore turn you from me ? " Why did you falsely call me your Lavinia , " And swear I was Horatio's better half , " Since now you mourn unkindly by yourself , " And rob me of my partnership of ...
... thought ! Lav . Alas ! what is it ? " Wherefore turn you from me ? " Why did you falsely call me your Lavinia , " And swear I was Horatio's better half , " Since now you mourn unkindly by yourself , " And rob me of my partnership of ...
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77 ÆäÀÌÁö - It must be so — Plato, thou reason'st well! — Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, This longing after immortality? Or whence, this secret dread, and inward horror, Of falling into nought? why shrinks the soul Back on herself, and startles at destruction? 'Tis the divinity that stirs within us; Tis heav'n itself, that points out an hereafter, And intimates eternity to man: Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and...
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - ... there is all Nature cries aloud Through all her works). He must delight in virtue ; And that which He delights in must be happy. But when ? or where ? This world was made for Caesar — I'm weary of conjectures — this must end them.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - The wide, the unbounded prospect lies before me; But shadows, clouds, and darkness rest upon it. Here will I hold. If there's a power above us — And that there is, all nature cries aloud Through all her works — He must delight in virtue; And that which He delights in must be happy.
77 ÆäÀÌÁö - The stars shall fade away, the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years : But thou shall flourish in immortal youth, Unhurt amidst the war of elements, The wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.
31 ÆäÀÌÁö - My voice is still for war. Gods ! can a Roman senate long debate Which of the two to choose, slavery or death ? No ; let us rise at once, gird on our swords, And, at the head of our remaining troops, Attack the foe, break through the thick array Of his thronged legions, and charge home upon him.
45 ÆäÀÌÁö - Honour's a sacred tie, the law of kings, The noble mind's distinguishing perfection, That aids and strengthens virtue, where it meets her, And imitates her actions, where she is not : It ought not to be sported with.
25 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin, that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
viii ÆäÀÌÁö - To wake the soul by tender strokes of art, To raise the genius, and to mend the heart, To make mankind, in conscious virtue bold, Live o'er each scene, and be what they behold...
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - Afric's heat, and season'd to the sun; Numidia's spacious kingdom lies behind us, Ready to rise at its young prince's call. While there is hope, do not distrust the gods ; But wait, at least, till Caesar's near approach Force us to yield.
73 ÆäÀÌÁö - How beautiful is death when earned by virtue ! Who would not be that youth ? What pity is it That we can die but once to serve our country...