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Enobarbus. - Mine honesty and I
begin to square The loyalty, well held to fools, does
make Our faith mere folly;
Yet, he that can endure To follow with allegiance a fallen
lord, Does conquer him that did his mas
ter conquer, And earns a place in the story.
ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA.
We must not stint Our necessary actions in the fear To cope malicious censurers; which
ever, As ravenous fishes, do a vessel follow That is new trimmed; but benefit no
farther Than vainly longing. What we oft
do best, Bysick interpreters,once weakones, is Not ours, or not allowed; what
worse, as oft, Hitting a grosser quality, is cried up For our best act. If we shall stand
In fear our motion will be mocked or
carped at, We should take root here where we
sit, or sit State statues only.
Iras. — Royal Egypt! Empress,
woman; and commanded By such poor passion as the maid
that milks, And does the meanest chores. It
were for me To throw my sceptre at the injurious
gods, To tell them that this world did equal
theirs, Till they had stolen our jewel. Then is it sin To rush into the secret house of
death Ere death dare come to us? Our lamp is spent, it's out. Good
sirs, take heart: We'll bury him: and then, what's
brave, what's noble, Let's do it after the high Roman
fashion, And make death proud to take us.
Come away, The case of that huge Spirit now is
RASHLY, And praised be rashness for it. Let
us know Our indiscretion sometime serves us
well, When our deep plots do pall: and
that should teach us There's a Divinity that shapes our
ends, Rough-hew them how we will.
If this great world of joy and pain
My desolation does begin to make
sar; Not being Fortune, he's but For
tune's knave, A minister of her will. And it is
great To do that thing that ends all other
deeds, Which shackles accidents, and bolts
up change; Which sleeps, and never palates more
the dung, The beggar's nurse and Cæsar's.
OUR revels now are ended: these our
actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits,
Are melted into air, into thin air; And, like the baseless fabric of this
vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gor
geous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe
itself, Yea, all which it inherits, shall dis
And, like this insubstantial pageant
faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such
stuff As dreams are made of, and our little
life Is rounded with a sleep.
Tempest, act. iv. sc. 4.
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29 282 225 221 363 151 40 73 237 198 158 502 224 352
A barking sound the shepherd hears
WORDSWORTH Abou Ben Adhem, may his tribe increase!
LEIGH HUNT A famous man is Robin Hood
WORDSWORTH Again returned the scenes of youth.
SCOTT Ah Ben
HERRICK . Ah, County Guy! the hour is nigh
SCOTT Ah, God, for a man with heart, head, hand
TENNYSON Ah, sundlower! weary of time
W. BLAKE A king lived long ago
BROWNING Alas for them! their day is o'er ..
CHARLES SPRAGUE Alas! what boots the long, laborious quest
WORDS WORTH Allen-&-Dale has no fagot for burning
SCOTT All the world's a stage
SHAKSPEARE All things that are
SHAKSPEARE All thoughts, all passions, all delights.
COLERIDGE Along a river-side, I know not where
LOWELL A man prepared against all ills to come
HERRICK A man there came, whence none could tell
CHAUCER And here the hermit sat and told his beads
CHANXING And I shall sleep, and on thy side
BRYANT And passing here through evening dew :
WILLIAM BARNES And sooth to say, yon vocal grove
WORDS WORTH And whither would you lead me?
Scott An empty sky, a world of heather
JEAN INGELOW Appeared the princess with that merry child
HENRY TAYLOR Art is long, and time is fleeting
LoxGFELLOW A shadie grove not far away they spied
SPENSER As heaven and earth are fairer
KEATS As I in hoary winter's night.
ROBERT SOUTHWELL As I sit at my desk by the window
G. B. BARTLETT As I stood by yon rootless tower
BURNS As it befell
WORDSWORTH As it fell upon a day
R. BARNEFIELD. Ask ye me why I send you here i .
HERRICK. A slumber did my spirit seal
WORDSWORTH As Memnon's marble harp, renowned of old
AKENSIDE As ships becalmed at eve
A. H. CLOUGH As unto blowing roses summer dews
D. A. WASSON As vonce I valked by a dismal svamp
H. H. BROWNELL A sweet, attractive kind of grace
MATTHEW ROYDON A sweet disorder in the dress
HERRICK At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay
LONGFELLOW. At summer eve, when Heaven's aërial bow
CAMPBELL At the approach of extreme peril .
COLERIDGE (Trans.) At the King's gate the subtle noon
H. H. Avenge, o Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones Milton A voice by the cedar-tree
TENNYSON Awake, awake, my lyre .
COWLEY Away, ye gay landscapes
BYRON. A weary lot is thine, fair maid
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30 143 191 505 219 17 35 32 471 99 82 83 802 268
45 195 202 195