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... spirit and eloquence of Rienzi recom- mended him to a place among the thirteen deputies of the commons . The orator had the honour of haranguing Pope Clement the Sixth , and the satisfaction of conversing with Petrarch , a congenial ...
... spirit and eloquence of Rienzi recom- mended him to a place among the thirteen deputies of the commons . The orator had the honour of haranguing Pope Clement the Sixth , and the satisfaction of conversing with Petrarch , a congenial ...
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... three hundred and sixty horse and thirteen hundred foot was levied , clothed , and paid in the thirteen quarters of the city ; and the spirit of a commonwealth may be traced in the grateful 4 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
... three hundred and sixty horse and thirteen hundred foot was levied , clothed , and paid in the thirteen quarters of the city ; and the spirit of a commonwealth may be traced in the grateful 4 HALF - HOURS WITH THE BEST AUTHORS .
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Half hours Charles Knight. spirit of a commonwealth may be traced in the grateful allowance of one hundred florins , or pounds , to the heirs of every soldier who lost his life in the service of his country . For the maintenance of the ...
Half hours Charles Knight. spirit of a commonwealth may be traced in the grateful allowance of one hundred florins , or pounds , to the heirs of every soldier who lost his life in the service of his country . For the maintenance of the ...
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... spirit of patriotism and joy ; and all respect for the pope , all gratitude for the Colonna , was lost in the superior duties of a Roman citizen . The poet laureat of the Capitol maintains the act , applauds the hero , and mingles with ...
... spirit of patriotism and joy ; and all respect for the pope , all gratitude for the Colonna , was lost in the superior duties of a Roman citizen . The poet laureat of the Capitol maintains the act , applauds the hero , and mingles with ...
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... spirit to whom Petrarch ascribed the restoration of Italy , was preceded or accompanied in death by his son John , a gal- lant youth , by his brother Peter , who might regret the ease and honours of the church , by a nephew of ...
... spirit to whom Petrarch ascribed the restoration of Italy , was preceded or accompanied in death by his son John , a gal- lant youth , by his brother Peter , who might regret the ease and honours of the church , by a nephew of ...
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Page 100 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 191 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Page 401 - This wisdom descendeth not from above, but is earthly, sensual, devilish. For where envying and strife is, there is confusion and every evil work. But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, and easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.
Page 90 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 192 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Page 90 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot: O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Page 96 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream,! To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...
Page 18 - Lords and Commons of England, consider what nation it is whereof ye are and whereof ye are the governors : a nation not slow and dull, but of a quick, ingenious, and piercing spirit, acute to invent, subtle and sinewy to discourse, not beneath the reach of any point the highest that human capacity can soar to.
Page 100 - Is this the hill? is this the kirk? Is this mine own countree ? We drifted o'er the harbour-bar, And I with sobs did pray — O let me be awake, my God! Or let me sleep alway.
Page 91 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm, I sucked .the blood, And cried, A sail! a sail! With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call : Gramercy! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!