The Poetical Works of the Rev. George Croly, Svazek 2H. Colburn and R. Bentley, 1830 |
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Abencerrage Allobroges ancient ARMINIUS ASPASIA AURELIA beauty blaze blood bosom breath bright brow Cæsar Campus Martius CATILINE Catiline's CECINA CETHEGUS chain chaunt cheek CICERO clouds Consul couch crimson Curule chair dæmons dare death dream DUMNORIX earth fear fire fix'd fling flung gates Gaul gaze glorious glory gold grave HAMILCAR hand heard heart heaven hill honour hour king LENTULUS lictors light living look look'd lord Marius MESOLONGHI midnight mighty mind Monachil moon morn mortal night o'er once palace pale Patricians pomp purple robe Roman Rome Rome's rose round rush'd rushes Sallust sceptre scorn Sebastian seem'd Senate shout Sidonia's sigh slave sleep smile soul sound Spain spear spirit splendour stars sudden sweet sword tale Tartarus tears thee thine thou thoughts throne thunder tomb troops trumpet turn'd Twas VALERIUS Veii walls wander'd wave wild wind wine wing wonder
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Strana 104 - This day's the birth of sorrow ; this hour's work Will breed proscriptions ! Look to your hearths, my Lords! For there, henceforth, shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus ; all shames and crimes ; Wan Treachery, with his thirsty dagger drawn ; Suspicion, poisoning his brother's cup ; Naked Rebellion, with the torch and axe, Making his wild sport of your blazing thrones; Till Anarchy comes down on you like night, And Massacre seals Rome's eternal grave I go ; but not to leap the gulf...
Strana 103 - t. It breaks my chain. I held some slack allegiance till this hour; But now my sword's my own. Smile on, my lords ! I scorn to count what feelings, withered hopes. Strong provocations, bitter, burning wrongs, I have within my heart's hot cells shut up, To leave you in your lazy dignities. But here I stand and scoff you ! Here, I fling Hatred and full defiance in your face! Your Consul's merciful. — For this, all thanks ! He dares not touch a hair of Catiline ! "Traitor !
Strana 104 - This hour's work Will breed proscriptions. — Look to your hearths, my lords, For there henceforth shall sit, for household gods, Shapes hot from Tartarus ! — all...
Strana 301 - Then chariot-wheels, — the nearer rush of wings ; — Pale lightning round the dark pavilion glows, It thunders, — the resplendent gates unclose ; Far as the eye can glance, on height o'er height, Rise fiery waving wings, and star-crowned brows, Millions on millions, brighter and more bright, Till all is lost in one supreme, unmingled light.
Strana 98 - tis not my trade ; But here I stand for right, — let him show proofs, — For Roman right, though none, it seems, dare stand To take their share with me. Ay, cluster there ! • Cling to your master, judges, Romans, slaves!
Strana 6 - That pierced their bosoms ; and each man would turn. And gaze in wonder on his neighbour's face, That with the like dumb wonder answer'd him...
Strana 98 - t is not my trade : But here I stand for right ! — Let him show proofs ! — For Roman right ! though none, it seems, dare stand To take their share with me. Ay, cluster there ! Cling to your master, . — judges, Romans, slaves ! His charge is false ! I dare him to his proofs. You have my answer...
Strana 341 - And Jephthah came to Mizpeh unto his house, and, behold, his daughter came out to meet him with timbrels and with dances: and she was his only child; beside her he had neither son nor daughter.
Strana 105 - t will be the burst Of ocean in the earthquake, — rolling back In swift and mountainous ruin. Fare you well! You build my funeral-pile; but your best blood Shall quench its flame ! Back, slaves!
Strana 100 - Cic. This is his answer! Must I bring more proofs ? Fathers, you know there lives not one of us, But lives in peril of his midnight sword. Lists of proscription have been handed round, In which your general properties are made Your murderer's hire. [A cry is heard without — " More prisoners !" An officer enters with letters for CICERO ; who, after glancing at them, sends them round the Senate.