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Page 193 - Where the car climb'd the Capitol; far and wide Temple and tower went down, nor left a site; Chaos of ruins ! who shall trace the void, O'er the dim fragments cast a lunar light, And say, "here was, or is,
Page 321 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless infinite.
Page 130 - s comfort yet; they are assailable. Then be thou jocund; ere the bat hath flown His cloister'd flight, ere to black Hecate's summons The shard-borne* beetle with his drowsy hums Hath rung night's yawning peal, there shall be done A deed of dreadful note.
Page 328 - I will not dissemble the first emotions of joy on the recovery of my freedom, and perhaps the establishment of my fame. But my pride was soon humbled, and a sober melancholy was spread over my mind, by the idea that I had taken an everlasting leave of an old and agreeable companion, and that whatsoever might be the future date of my History, the life of the historian must be short and precarious.
Page 357 - The death of a man at a critical juncture, his disgust, his retreat, his disgrace, have brought innumerable calamities on a whole nation. A common soldier, a child,, a girl at the door of an inn, have changed the face of fortune, and almost of nature.
Page 326 - The angelic orders, and inferior creatures mute, Irrational and brute? Nor do I name of men the common rout, That, wandering loose about, Grow up and perish as the summer fly, Heads without name, no more remembered...
Page 384 - There is a stern round tower of other days, ' Firm as a fortress, with its fence of stone, Such as an army's baffled strength delays, Standing with half its battlements alone, And with two thousand years of ivy grown, The garland of eternity, where wave The green leaves over all by time o'erthrown ; — What was this tower of strength ? within its cave What treasure lay so lock'd, so hid ? — A woman's grave.
Page 50 - ... rains for twelve hours together, that a woman should be capable of such an undertaking as delivering herself to the enemy, probably in the night, and uncertain of what hands she might fall into, appeared an effort above human nature.