The Classical SpeakerLincoln & Edmands, 1830 - Počet stran: 272 |
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Strana 21
... Rome , This day , as if the heavens had stamped me black , Turned on their heel , just at the point of fate , Left me a mockery in the rabble's midst , And followed their plebeian consul , Cicero ! No ! I have run my course . Another ...
... Rome , This day , as if the heavens had stamped me black , Turned on their heel , just at the point of fate , Left me a mockery in the rabble's midst , And followed their plebeian consul , Cicero ! No ! I have run my course . Another ...
Strana 25
... Rome against myself I plead , And in my voice the noble Paulus speaks . Let no man pity us ; aloft we stand On a high theatre , objects , I think , Of admiration and of envy rather . The tyrant and his menaced deaths we scorn , The ...
... Rome against myself I plead , And in my voice the noble Paulus speaks . Let no man pity us ; aloft we stand On a high theatre , objects , I think , Of admiration and of envy rather . The tyrant and his menaced deaths we scorn , The ...
Strana 26
... Rome ; of yonder host No slender part under my ensigns move . With them I watch the tyrant's overthrow , And guard my country with a stronger power , Than Aquileia , and her feeble walls . Great is thy glory ; thou hast reached the top ...
... Rome ; of yonder host No slender part under my ensigns move . With them I watch the tyrant's overthrow , And guard my country with a stronger power , Than Aquileia , and her feeble walls . Great is thy glory ; thou hast reached the top ...
Strana 27
... Rome , for Rome we die . Of fate secure , immortal is our fame , And spotless laurels deck thy children's tomb . Emil . O ! my son , thou art the judge And arbiter of fate . Time , rapid fly , And bring a joyful victory to Rome ! Let me ...
... Rome , for Rome we die . Of fate secure , immortal is our fame , And spotless laurels deck thy children's tomb . Emil . O ! my son , thou art the judge And arbiter of fate . Time , rapid fly , And bring a joyful victory to Rome ! Let me ...
Strana 29
... Rome's eternal grave ! Senators . Go , enemy and parricide , from Rome ! Cat . ( indignantly . ) It shall be so ! - ( Going . He sud- denly returns . ) - When Catiline comes again , Your grandeur shall be base , and clowns shall sit In ...
... Rome's eternal grave ! Senators . Go , enemy and parricide , from Rome ! Cat . ( indignantly . ) It shall be so ! - ( Going . He sud- denly returns . ) - When Catiline comes again , Your grandeur shall be base , and clowns shall sit In ...
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Strana 27 - Signior Antonio, many a time and oft In the Rialto you have rated me About my moneys, and my usances : Still have I borne it with a patient shrug ; For sufferance is the badge of all our tribe : You call me misbeliever, cut-throat dog, And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own.
Strana 26 - How like a fawning publican he looks! I hate him for he is a Christian : But more for that, in low simplicity, He lends out money gratis, and brings down The rate of usance here with us here in Venice.
Strana 69 - Though I look old, yet I am strong and lusty ; For in my youth I never did apply Hot and rebellious liquors in my blood; Nor did not with unbashful forehead woo The means of weakness and debility ; Therefore my age is as a lusty winter, Frosty, but kindly.
Strana 27 - And spit upon my Jewish gaberdine, And all for use of that which is mine own. Well, then, it now appears you need my help: Go to, then; you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys...
Strana 55 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold, for the last time, the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious union ; on states dissevered, discordant, belligerent ; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood...
Strana 31 - Have ye brave sons? — Look in the next fierce brawl To see them die! Have ye fair daughters?
Strana 69 - O good old man ; how well in thee appears The constant service of the antique world, When service sweat for duty, not for meed ! Thou art not for the fashion of these times, Where none will sweat, but for promotion; And having that, do choke their service up Even with the having: it is not so with thee.
Strana 55 - I profess, sir, in my career hitherto, to have kept steadily in view the prosperity and honor of the whole country, and the preservation of our Federal Union. It is to that union we owe our safety at home, and our consideration and dignity abroad. It is to that union that we are chiefly indebted for whatever makes us most proud of our country.
Strana 42 - I shall not acknowledge that the honorable member goes before me in regard for whatever of distinguished talent, or distinguished character, South Carolina has produced. I claim part of the honor, I partake in the pride, of her great names. I claim them for countrymen, one...
Strana 43 - Massachusetts ; she needs none. There she is. Behold her, and judge for yourselves. There is her history ; the world knows it by heart. The past, at least, is secure. There is Boston, and Concord, and Lexington, and Bunker Hill; and there they will remain forever.