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3. When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow. When I see kings lying by those who deposed them, — when I consider rival wits placed side by side, or the holy men that divided the world with their contests and disputes, I reflect with sorrow and astonishment on the little competitions, factions, and debates of mankind. When I read the several dates of the tombs, of some that died yesterday and some six hundred years ago, I consider that great day when we shall all of us be contemporaries, and make our appearance together.
4. What'! will a man play tricks', will he indulge
A silly, fond conceit of his fair form,
When I am hungry for the bread of life'?
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
Breaks the serene of heaven;
Beneath her steady ray
The desert-circle spreads
How beautiful is night!
A rainbow in the sky:
Or let me die !
The child is father of the man,
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Approach thou like the rugged Russian bear,
$ 62. Exercises in High Pitch. (See $ 43.) 1. Fight, gentlemen of England! fight, bold yeomen!
Draw, archers, draw ... your arrows to the head:
broken staves ! - A thousand hearts are great within my bosom: Advance our standards, set upon our foes ; Our ancient word of courage, fair St. George, Inspire us with the spleen of fiery dragons ! Upon them! Victory . sits on our helms ! EI
2. A horse! a horse! my KINGDOM for a horse !
Slave! I have set my life upon a cast,
3. Coriolanus. Hear'st thou, Mars?
Aufidius. Name not the god, thou boy of tears !
Cor. Measureless liar, thou hast made my heart Too ... great for what contains it. Boy! O, slave! (Pardon me, lords, 't is the first time that ever I was forced to scold. Your judgments, my grave lords, Must give this ... cur the lie !)
Cut me to pieces, Volces ; men and lads,
Volces in Co-ri'o-li :
Zounds, I will speak of him; and let my soul
mercy, if I do not join with him.
To keep his anger still in motion.
With a new Gorgon: Do not bid me speak;
up, up, and see
6. Now what wait we?
For Alfred's word to move upon the foe?
Your weapons, think on the beseeching eyes,
your wives and babes!
7. Rouse ye, Romans! Rouse ye, slaves!
ye brave sons ? Look in the next fierce brawl
The Eternal City shall be free! 8. I have been, I am, I shall be, even to the tomb, the man of the public liberty, the man of the constitution. If to be such be to become the man of the people rather than of the nobles, then woe to the privileged orders ! For privileges shall have an end, but ... the people ... are eternal !
9. Strike -- till the last armed foe expires !
altars and your fires !
Be men to-day, Quịr-i'tēs, or be forever slaves !
11. Courage, Romans! The gods are for us! those gods whose temples and altars the impious Tarquin has profaned. By the blood of the wronged Lucretia, I swear, (hear me, ye Powers Supreme !) by this blood, which was once so pure, and which nothing but royal villainy could have polluted, - I swear that I will pursue, to the death, these Tarquins, with fire and sword ; nor will I ever suffer any one of that family, or of any other family whatsoever, to be king in Rome! . On, to the Forum! Bear the body hence, high in the public view, through all the streets! On, Romans, on ! The fool shall set you free!
12. I'll keep them all;
He shall not have a Scot of them;
$ 63. Exercises in Force. (See $ 36.)
The following Exercises require the loudest vocal Force and highest Pitch.
1. Rescue, my Lord of Norfolk, rescue! rescue!
The king enacts more wonders than a man,
2. Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,
(Will they not hear?) — What, ho! you men, you beasts,
3. Rise, fathers, rise! 't is Rome demands your help;
Rise and revenge her slaughtered citizens;