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... never been invested with any share in the legislative or executive powers of the republic . In this character , and with the consent of the Romans , the tribune enacted the most salutary laws for the restoration and maintenance of the ...
... never been invested with any share in the legislative or executive powers of the republic . In this character , and with the consent of the Romans , the tribune enacted the most salutary laws for the restoration and maintenance of the ...
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... Never perhaps has the energy and effect of a single mind been more remarkably felt than in the sudden , though transient , reformation of Rome by the tribune Rienzi . A den of robbers was converted to the discipline of a camp or convent ...
... Never perhaps has the energy and effect of a single mind been more remarkably felt than in the sudden , though transient , reformation of Rome by the tribune Rienzi . A den of robbers was converted to the discipline of a camp or convent ...
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... never been dazzled by his specious professions ; they were justly offended by the insolence of his conduct ; a cardinal legate was sent to Italy , and after some fruitless treaty , and two personal interviews , he fulminated a bull of ...
... never been dazzled by his specious professions ; they were justly offended by the insolence of his conduct ; a cardinal legate was sent to Italy , and after some fruitless treaty , and two personal interviews , he fulminated a bull of ...
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... never came almond - glore or aromatic ointment on her palm to taint it . The golden ears of corn fall and kiss her feet when she reaps them , as if they wished to be bound and led prisoners by the same hand that felled them . Her breath ...
... never came almond - glore or aromatic ointment on her palm to taint it . The golden ears of corn fall and kiss her feet when she reaps them , as if they wished to be bound and led prisoners by the same hand that felled them . Her breath ...
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... never shake hands and part , but always go together . He can survey and love it , for he loves to do it himself , for its own sake , not for thanks . He knows there is no such misery as to outlive a good name , nor no such folly as to ...
... never shake hands and part , but always go together . He can survey and love it , for he loves to do it himself , for its own sake , not for thanks . He knows there is no such misery as to outlive a good name , nor no such folly as to ...
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Page 116 - 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 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Page 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Page 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Page 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Page 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Page 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Page 56 - 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.