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Altamont arms bear beauty behold better bless blood breast brother Cæsar Calista Cato cause child comes dead dear death dost thou Douglas dreadful earth Enter Exit eyes fair fall false fate father fear feel fond forgive fortune gentle give gods grace grief guard hand happy Hast head hear heart Heav'n hold honour hope Horatia hour Juba kind king Lady leave live look lord lost Lucia means meet mind nature never night noble o'er once passion peace perhaps pity poor Portius prince rage Randolph rest rise Roman Rome SCENE shame sorrows soul speak stand sure sword Syph tears tell tender thee thou thou art thou hast thought turn Valeria virtue wait wish wretch young youth
第 87 頁 - That shall convey you to the wish'd-for port, Is there aught else, my friends, I can do for you ? The conqueror draws near. Once more farewell ! If e'er we meet hereafter, we shall meet In happier climes, and on a safer shore, Where Caesar never shall approach us more.
第 42 頁 - Were to refuse th' awards of Providence, And not to rest in heaven's determination. Already have we shown our love to Rome, Now let us show submission to the gods. We took up arms, not to revenge ourselves, But free the common-wealth ; when this end fails, Arms have no further use : our country's cause, That drew our swords, now wrests...
第 41 頁 - Rush'd like a torrent down upon the vale, Sweeping our flocks and herds. The shepherds fled For safety, and for succour. I alone, . With bended bow, and quiver full of arrows, Hover'd about the enemy, and mark'd The road he took, then hasted to my friends; Whom with a troop of fifty chosen men, I met advancing.
第 73 頁 - Know, villains, when such paltry slaves presume To mix in treason, if the plot succeeds, They're thrown neglected by; but, if it fails, They're sure to die like dogs, as you shall do. Here, take these factious monsters, drag them forth To sudden death.
第 42 頁 - Twill never be too late To sue for chains, and own a conqueror. Why should Rome fall a moment ere her time...
第 34 頁 - Tis not a set of features, or complexion, The tincture of a skin that I admire. Beauty soon grows familiar to the lover, Fades in his eye, and palls upon the sense.
第 41 頁 - My name is Norval ! on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks : a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I long'd To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heav'n soon granted what my sire denied.
第 72 頁 - Do thou, great liberty, inspire our souls, And make our lives in thy possession happy, Or our deaths glorious in thy just defence.
第 24 頁 - Remember what our father oft has told us : The ways of heaven are dark and intricate, Puzzled in mazes, and perplex'd with errors : Our understanding traces them in vain, Lost and bewilder'd in the fruitless search : Nor sees with how much art the windings run, Nor where the regular confusion ends.