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Page 48 - As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful, when all the winds are laid, And every height comes out, and jutting peak And valley, and the immeasurable heavens Break open to their highest, and all the stars Shine, and the Shepherd gladdens in his heart...
Page 128 - The greatest modern critics have laid it down as a rule, that an heroic poem should be founded upon some important precept of morality, adapted to the constitution of the country in which the poet writes.
Page 64 - ... twentieth year is past since first I came a stranger from my native shore, Yet have I never heard from thee a word Of anger or reproach. And when the sons Of Priam, and his daughters, and the wives Of Priam's sons, in all their fair array, Taunted me grievously, or Hecuba Herself, — for Priam ever was to me A gracious father, — thou didst take my part With kindly admonitions, and restrain Their tongues with soft address and gentle words. Therefore my heart is grieved, and I bewail Thee and...
Page 113 - Small thought retrieves the spirits of the brave. Think, and subdue ! on dastards dead to fame I waste no anger, for they feel no shame : But you, the pride, the flower of all our host, My heart weeps blood to see your glory lost ! Nor deem this day, this battle, all you lose ; A day more black, a fate more vile, ensues.