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... Cicero spoke in the forum . That this added to their effect on the mind of both orator and hearers , may be conceived from the difference between what we read of the emotions then and there produced , and those we ourselves experience ...
... Cicero spoke in the forum . That this added to their effect on the mind of both orator and hearers , may be conceived from the difference between what we read of the emotions then and there produced , and those we ourselves experience ...
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... Cicero ! CXIII . The field of freedom , faction , fame , and blood : Here a proud people's passions were exhaled , From the first hour of empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer fail'd ; But long before had freedom's ...
... Cicero ! CXIII . The field of freedom , faction , fame , and blood : Here a proud people's passions were exhaled , From the first hour of empire in the bud To that when further worlds to conquer fail'd ; But long before had freedom's ...
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... Cicero , sect . vii . pag . 371 , vol . ii . De fortunæ varietate urbis Romæ et de ruinis ejusdem descriptio , ap . Sallengre , Thesaur . tom . i . pag . 501 , and his authority might have been thought conclusive , even CHILDE HAROLD'S ...
... Cicero , sect . vii . pag . 371 , vol . ii . De fortunæ varietate urbis Romæ et de ruinis ejusdem descriptio , ap . Sallengre , Thesaur . tom . i . pag . 501 , and his authority might have been thought conclusive , even CHILDE HAROLD'S ...
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... Cicero , that no where were the true opinions and feelings of the Romans so clearly shown as at the theatre . In the autumn of 1816 , a celebrated improvvisatore exhibited his talents at the Opera - house of Milan . The reading of the ...
... Cicero , that no where were the true opinions and feelings of the Romans so clearly shown as at the theatre . In the autumn of 1816 , a celebrated improvvisatore exhibited his talents at the Opera - house of Milan . The reading of the ...
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... Cicero *** has celebrated both in prose and verse , and which the historian Dion also records as having suffered the same accident as is alluded to by the orator . +++ The question agitated by the antiquaries in whether the wolf now in ...
... Cicero *** has celebrated both in prose and verse , and which the historian Dion also records as having suffered the same accident as is alluded to by the orator . +++ The question agitated by the antiquaries in whether the wolf now in ...
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Page 470 - And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord ! A SPIRIT PASS'D BEFORE ME.
Page 469 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 119 - Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 102 - 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 magnificently stern array ! The thunder-clouds close o'er it, which when rent The earth is covered thick with other clay, Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, Rider and horse — friend, foe, — in one red burial blent...
Page 153 - Rome ! my country ! city of the soul! The orphans of the heart must turn to thee, Lone mother of dead empires ! and control In their shut breasts their petty misery. What are our woes and sufferance? Come and see The cypress, hear the owl, and plod your way O'er steps of broken thrones and temples, Ye ! Whose agonies are evils of a day — A world is at our feet as fragile as our clay. The Niobe of nations ! there she stands, Childless and crownless, in her voiceless woe ; An empty urn within her...
Page 100 - As if the clouds its echo would repeat; And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before ! Arm! Arm! it is! — it is! — the cannon's opening roar!
Page 100 - Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Page 225 - Appals the gazing mourner's heart, As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads, yet dwells upon ; Yes, but for these, and these alone, Some moments, ay, one treacherous hour, He still might doubt the tyrant's power ; So fair, so calm, so softly seal'd, The first, last look by death reveal'd...
Page 178 - Oh! that the Desert were my dwelling-place, With one fair Spirit for my minister, That I might all forget the human race, And, hating no one, love but only her ! Ye elements ! — in whose ennobling stir I feel myself exalted — can ye not Accord me such a being?
Page 106 - Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.