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77. oldal
What a scene then must a field of battle present , where thousands are left
without assistance , and without pity , with their wounds exposed to the piercing
air , while the blood , freezing as it flows , binds them to the earth , amidst the
trampling ...
What a scene then must a field of battle present , where thousands are left
without assistance , and without pity , with their wounds exposed to the piercing
air , while the blood , freezing as it flows , binds them to the earth , amidst the
trampling ...
141. oldal
And what is a conqueror ? Have not you , too , gone about the earth like an evil
genius , blasting the fair fruits of peace and industry : plundering , ravaging ,
killing , without law , without justice , merely to gratify an insatiable lust for
dominion ?
And what is a conqueror ? Have not you , too , gone about the earth like an evil
genius , blasting the fair fruits of peace and industry : plundering , ravaging ,
killing , without law , without justice , merely to gratify an insatiable lust for
dominion ?
164. oldal
Lucius . My thoughts , I must confess , are turned on peace . Already have our
quarrels filled the world With widows , and with orphans ; Scythia mourns Our
guilty wars , and earth ' s remotest regions Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of
Rome .
Lucius . My thoughts , I must confess , are turned on peace . Already have our
quarrels filled the world With widows , and with orphans ; Scythia mourns Our
guilty wars , and earth ' s remotest regions Lie half unpeopled by the feuds of
Rome .
344. oldal
On thee my heart centred All hopes earth could cherish ; The spoiler hath entered
And thou too must perish ! I see thy bloom wasting , And cannot restore it ; The
end now is hasting ' Tis vain to deplore it . Could prayers detain thee As pale ...
On thee my heart centred All hopes earth could cherish ; The spoiler hath entered
And thou too must perish ! I see thy bloom wasting , And cannot restore it ; The
end now is hasting ' Tis vain to deplore it . Could prayers detain thee As pale ...
345. oldal
Jehovah reigns : let every nation hear , And at his footstool bow with holy fear ;
Let heaven ' s high arches echo with his name , And the wide peopled earth his
praise proclaim ; Then send it down to hell ' s deep glooms resounding , Thro ' all
...
Jehovah reigns : let every nation hear , And at his footstool bow with holy fear ;
Let heaven ' s high arches echo with his name , And the wide peopled earth his
praise proclaim ; Then send it down to hell ' s deep glooms resounding , Thro ' all
...
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251. oldal - Nor do not saw the air too much with your hand, thus ; but use all gently ; for in the very torrent, tempest, and, as I may say, whirlwind of your passion, you must acquire and beget a temperance that may give it smoothness. Oh, it offends me to the soul to hear a robustious periwig-pated fellow tear a passion to tatters, to very rags, to split the ears of the groundlings...
250. oldal - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
241. oldal - My story being done, She gave me for my pains a world of sighs; She swore, in faith, 'twas strange, 'twas passing strange; Twas pitiful, 'twas wondrous pitiful. She wish'd she had not heard it, yet she wish'd That heaven had made her such a man; she thank'd me, And bade me, if I had a friend that loved her, I should but teach him how to tell my story, And that would woo her.
245. oldal - Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar. The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious: If it were so, it was a grievous fault, And grievously hath Caesar answer'd. it. Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest,— For Brutus is an honorable man; So are they all, all honorable men— Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral.
244. oldal - Brutus' love to Caesar was no less than his. If, then, that friend demand why Brutus rose against Caesar, "this is my answer: Not that I loved Caesar less, but that I loved Rome more. Had you rather Caesar were living, and die all slaves, than that Caesar were dead, to live all...
200. oldal - Help me, Cassius, or I sink. I, as .<Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar.
278. oldal - His steps are not upon thy paths, - thy fields Are not a spoil for him, - thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling, to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth: - there let him lay.
251. oldal - ... twere, the mirror up to nature ; to show virtue her own feature, scorn her own image, and the very age and body of the time his form and pressure.
50. oldal - ... little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers. I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards to avenge even a look that threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone. That of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded ; and the glory of Europe is extinguished forever.
278. oldal - Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time Calm or convulsed — in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving; boundless, endless, and sublime — The image of Eternity — the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | The British orator |
| Szerző | Thomas King Greenbank |
| Kiadás éve: | 1849 |
| Eredeti forrása | Oxfordi Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2006. okt. 17. |
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