The Art of Speaking

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114 ÆäÀÌÁö - Omnipotent. Ay me! they little know How dearly I abide that boast so vain; Under what torments inwardly I groan, While they adore me on the Throne of Hell With diadem and sceptre high advanced, The lower still I fall, only supreme In misery: such joy ambition finds.
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
114 ÆäÀÌÁö - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - Shall cumber all the parts of Italy : Blood and destruction shall be so in use, And dreadful objects so familiar, That mothers shall but smile, when they behold Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war, All pity chok'd with custom of fell deeds ; And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With Ate by his side, come hot from hell, Shall in these confines, with a monarch's voice, Cry " Havock !" and let slip the dogs of war, That this foul deed shall smell above the earth With carrion men, groaning...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - Which, like dumb mouths, do ope their ruby lips, To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue, — A curse shall light upon the limbs of men ; 16 Domestic fury and fierce civil strife Shall cumber all the parts of Italy...
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - sdained subjection, and thought one step higher Would set me highest, and in a moment quit The debt immense of endless gratitude, So burdensome still paying, still to owe, Forgetful what from Him I still received ; And understood not that a grateful mind By owing owes not, but still pays, at once Indebted and discharged...
107 ÆäÀÌÁö - O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers; Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times.
111 ÆäÀÌÁö - Their friendships are exposed to no danger from the occurrences by which other attachments are weakened or dissolved; time glides on; fortune is inconstant ; tempers are soured ; bonds which seemed indissoluble are daily sundered by interest, by emulation, or by caprice. But no such cause can affect the silent converse which we hold with the highest of human intellects.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - Warring in Heaven against Heaven's matchless King ! Ah, wherefore ? He deserved no such return From me, whom he created what I was In that bright eminence, and with his good Upbraided none ; nor was his service hard. What could be less than to afford him praise, The easiest recompense, and pay him thanks, How due ? Yet all his good proved ill in me, And wrought but malice.
112 ÆäÀÌÁö - O thou, that, with surpassing glory crown'd, Look'st from thy sole dominion like the god Of this new world ; at whose sight all the stars Hide their diminish'd heads ; to thee I call, But with no friendly voice, and add thy name, 0 sun ! to tell thee how I hate thy beams, That bring to my remembrance from what state I fell, how glorious once above thy sphere...

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