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Sivu 220 - For there is hope of .a tree, if it be cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch thereof will not cease. Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, and the stock thereof die in the ground; yet through the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth boughs like a plant.
Sivu 89 - Where low-browed baseness wafts perfume to pride. No; Men, high-minded men, With powers as far above dull brutes endued In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Sivu 321 - THIS is true liberty, when freeborn men, Having to advise the public, may speak free ; Which he who can, and will, deserves high praise ; Who neither can, nor will, may hold his peace ; What can be juster in a state than this ? FROM HORACE.
Sivu 51 - But chief he gloried, with licentious style, To lash the great, and monarchs to revile. His figure such as might his soul proclaim ; One eye was blinking, and one leg was lame: His mountain-shoulders half his breast o'erspread, Thin hairs bestrew'd his long mis-shapen head. Spleen to mankind his envious heart possess'd, And much he hated all, but most the best.
Sivu 60 - Yet hear one word, and lodge it in thy heart: No more molest me on Atrides' part: Is it for him these tears are taught to flow, For him these sorrows? for my mortal foe? A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows; One should our interests and our passions be; My friend must hate the man that injures me.
Sivu 220 - As the waters fail from the sea, And the flood decayeth and drieth up : So man lieth down, and riseth not. Till the heavens be no more, they shall not awake, Nor be raised out of their sleep.
Sivu 89 - No: MEN, high-minded MEN, With powers as far above dull brutes endued, In forest, brake, or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude: Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain; Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain: These constitute a State...
Sivu 74 - Th' insidious gift, and felt the curse of fate. On earth of yore the sons of men abode From evil free and labour's galling load; Free from diseases that with racking rage Precipitate the pale decline of age. Now swift the days of manhood haste away, And misery's pressure turns the temples gray. The woman's hands , an ample casket bear : She lifts the lid — she scatters ills in air. Hope sole remain'd within, nor took her flight, Beneath the vessel's verge conceal'd from light: Or ere she fled,...
Sivu 375 - Ye children of man, whose life is a span, Protracted with sorrow from day to day, Naked and featherless, feeble and querulous, Sickly, calamitous creatures of clay ! Attend to the words of the Sovereign Birds, (Immortal, illustrious, lords of the air) Who survey from on high, with a merciful eye, Your struggles of misery, labour, and care.
Sivu 63 - The pledge of many a loved and loving dame : Nineteen one mother bore — Dead, all are dead! How oft, alas ! has wretched Priam bled ! Still one was left, their loss to recompense; His father's hope, his country's last defence. Him too thy rage has slain ! beneath thy steel...