Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... Citizen . I will hear Brutus speak . Second Citizen . I will hear Cassius ; and compare their reasons , When severally we hear them rendered . [ Exit CASSIUS with some of the Citizens . BRUTUS goes into the pulpit . Third Citizen . The ...
... Citizen . I will hear Brutus speak . Second Citizen . I will hear Cassius ; and compare their reasons , When severally we hear them rendered . [ Exit CASSIUS with some of the Citizens . BRUTUS goes into the pulpit . Third Citizen . The ...
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... Citizen . Bring him with triumph home unto his house . Second Citizen . Give him a statue with his ancestors . Third Citizen . Let him be Cæsar . Fourth Citizen . Shall be crowned in Brutus . First Citizen . With shouts and clamours ...
... Citizen . Bring him with triumph home unto his house . Second Citizen . Give him a statue with his ancestors . Third Citizen . Let him be Cæsar . Fourth Citizen . Shall be crowned in Brutus . First Citizen . With shouts and clamours ...
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... Citizen . Stay , ho ! and let us hear Mark Antony . Third Citizen . Let him go up into the public chair ; We'll hear him . Noble Antony , go up . Antony . For Brutus ' sake , I am beholding to you . Fourth Citizen . What does he say Third ...
... Citizen . Stay , ho ! and let us hear Mark Antony . Third Citizen . Let him go up into the public chair ; We'll hear him . Noble Antony , go up . Antony . For Brutus ' sake , I am beholding to you . Fourth Citizen . What does he say Third ...
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... Citizen . Methinks there is much reason in his sayings . Second Citizen . If thou consider rightly of the matter , Cæsar has had great wrong . Third Citizen . Has he , masters ? I fear there will be a worse come in his place . Fourth ...
... Citizen . Methinks there is much reason in his sayings . Second Citizen . If thou consider rightly of the matter , Cæsar has had great wrong . Third Citizen . Has he , masters ? I fear there will be a worse come in his place . Fourth ...
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Mowbray Walter Morris. Second Citizen . Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . Third Citizen . Antony . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Fourth Citizen . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Antony . But yesterday ...
Mowbray Walter Morris. Second Citizen . Poor soul ! his eyes are red as fire with weeping . Third Citizen . Antony . There's not a nobler man in Rome than Fourth Citizen . Now mark him , he begins again to speak . Antony . But yesterday ...
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a-thynkynge Antony Bacchus battle beneath blood bosom brave breast breath bright Brignall Brutus Cæsar cheer Childe Harold's Pilgrimage Citizen clouds County Guy cried crown dance dark dead dear death deep doth dread earth echoes eyes fair fame fear flowers forest glory golden Greece green hand Hark hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill honour hour king Lady Lady Macbeth leaves light live Lochiel Lochinvar look Lord Byron loud lyre Macbeth maidens merry morn mountains Mourn ne'er never night o'er ODIN once praise proud roar rose Rustum S. T. Coleridge Samian wine shore shout Siege of Corinth sigh sing Sir Patrick Spens sleep smile soft song soul sound spear spirit stars steed stood stream sweet sword tears thee thou thunder Toll slowly tower Twas voice wave weep wild wind woods
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158 ページ - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
175 ページ - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
156 ページ - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
76 ページ - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
217 ページ - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
110 ページ - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
41 ページ - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
192 ページ - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
198 ページ - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
310 ページ - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...