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Page 265 - And smiles on glorious fate. To live with fame The gods allow to many; but to die With equal lustre is a blessing Heaven Selects from all the choicest boons of fate. And with a sparing hand on few bestows.
Page 233 - AGAINST slander there is no defence. Hell cannot boast so foul a fiend, nor man deplore so fell a foe. It stabs with a word, with a nod, with a shrug, with a look — with a smile. It is the pestilence walking in darkness, spreading contagion far and wide, which the most...
Page 282 - But these words From Lacedaemon's chief the wretch relieve — ' Return to Xerxes. Tell him, on this rock The Grecians, faithful to their trust, await His chosen myriads. Tell him, thou hast seen How far the lust of empire is below A freeborn spirit ; that my death, which seals My country's safety, is indeed a boon His folly gives; a precious boon, which Greece Will by perdition to his throne repay.
Page 268 - When clad most dreadful in the battle's front ? Or to relinquish life in all its pride, With all my honours blooming round my head, Repines my soul; or rather to forsake, Eternally forsake, my weeping wife, My infant offspring, and my faithful friends? Leonidas, awake! Shall these withstand The public safety ? Hark! thy country calls. O sacred voice, I hear thee.
Page 294 - The glitt'ring standard from their servile grasp. Hurl to the ground their ignominious heads, The warrior's helm profaning. Think the shades Of your forefathers lift their sacred brows, Here to enjoy the glory of their sons.
Page 372 - Be not too tame neither, but let your own discretion be your tutor : suit the action to the word, and the word to the action...
Page 304 - The sacred pledges of his own renown, And Sparta's safety, in serenest joy His closing eye contemplates. Fame can twine No brighter laurels round his glorious head ; His virtue more to labour fate forbids, And lays him now in honourable rest, To seal his country's liberty by death.
Page 272 - May claim thy favor, grant the hours of peace. And thou, my great forefather, son of Jove, O Hercules, neglect not these thy race ! But, since that spirit I from thee derive Now bears me from them to resistless fate, Do thou support their virtue ! Be they taught, Like thee, with glorious labor life to grace, And from their father let them learn to die ! § 98.
Page 272 - Thou ever-living pow'r, Look down propitious, sire of gods and men ! And to this faithful woman, whose desert May claim thy favour, grant the hours of peace. And thou my great forefather, son of Jove, O Hercules, neglect not these thy race ! But since that spirit I from thee derive, Now bears me from them to resistless fate, Do thou support their virtue ! Be they taught, Like thee, with glorious...