Long Ago and NowThomas Cautley Newby, 1863 - 232 pages |
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admiration afterwards amphitheatre Anita appeared arms army Aspromonte attack Austrian barbarous battle battle of Plassey beautiful became Bersaglieri brave bravery called Caprera celebrated character Chivalry Christian Civita Vecchia Clive command commenced continued courage crater Cremona cruel Crusades darkness death empire enemy England English entire Europe feet fight fire France French gallant Garibaldi gladiator Government hand heart Herculaneum heroes heroic Hindostan holy honour India inhabitants Italian Italy Jerusalem King King of Italy knights Knights Hospitallers land lava length Lord midst Mogul Mogul Empire Naples nation native never noble once Oude passed patriotic Pompeii possessed present Prince prisoner received remained Resina Retiarius Roman Rome round says scene Sepoys Sicily side soldier soon spectators spirit struggle sword Teano terrible tion took Torre del Greco Trichinopoly troops true Varignano vessel Vesuvius Victor Emmanuel victory whilst wounded
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Page 11 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony ; And his droop'd head sinks gradually low ; And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder shower ; and now The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won.
Page 163 - Statesman, yet friend to truth ! of soul sincere, In action faithful, and in honour clear ; Who broke no promise, served no private end, Who gain'd no title, and who lost no friend ; Ennobled by himself, by all approved, And praised, unenvied, by the muse he loved,
Page 11 - The arena swims around him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hail'd the wretch who won. He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday ; All this rush'd with his blood — Shall he expire And unavenged 1 — Arise ! ye Goths,...
Page 11 - He heard it, but he heeded not — his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away; He recked not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay: There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 107 - IT hath been through all ages ever seen, That with the praise of arms and chivalry The prize of beauty still hath joined been ; And that for reason's special privity ! ; For either doth on other much rely : For he me seems most fit the fair to serve, That can her best defend from villainy ; And she most fit his service doth deserve, That fairest is, and from her faith will never swerve.
Page 52 - For the Son of man is as a man taking a far journey, who left his house, and gave authority to his servants, and to every man his work, and commanded the porter to watch.
Page 55 - Mid pleasure, plenty, and success, Freely we take from Him who lends ; We boast the blessings we possess, Yet scarcely thank the One who sends. But let Affliction pour its smart, How soon we quail beneath the rod ! With shattered pride, and prostrate heart, We seek the long-forgotten God.
Page 55 - Concerning the materials of seditions, it is a thing well to be considered — for the surest way to prevent seditions (if the times do bear it,) is to take away the matter of them ; for if there be fuel prepared, it is hard to tell whence the spark shall como that shall set it on fire.
Page 201 - tis not forbidden here : Amid the groves you may indulge the muse, Or tend the blooms, and deck the vernal year ; Or softly stealing...
Page 198 - The death of a man's wife," says Lamartine, " is like cutting down an ancient oak that has long shaded the family mansion. Henceforth, the glare of the world, with its cares and vicissitudes, falls upon the old widower's heart, and there is nothing to break their force or shield him from the full weight of misfortune. It is as if his right hand were withered...