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PÓgina 56 - Dar'st thou, Cassius, now, Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? " Upon the word, Accoutred as I was, I plunged in, And bade him follow ; so, indeed, he did. The torrent roared ; and we did buffet it With lusty sinews ; throwing it aside, And stemming it with hearts of controversy. But, ere we could arrive the point proposed, CiBsar cried, Help me, Cassius, or I sink!
PÓgina 56 - Help me, Cassius, or I sink.' I, as ^Eneas, our great ancestor, Did from the flames of Troy upon his shoulder The old Anchises bear, so from the waves of Tiber Did I the tired Caesar. And this man Is now become a god ; and Cassius is A wretched creature, and must bend his body If Caesar carelessly but nod on him.
PÓgina 55 - Caesar ; so were you : We both have fed as well, and we can both Endure the winter's cold as well as he : For once, upon a raw and gusty day, The troubled Tiber chafing with her shores, Caesar said to me, " Dar'st thou. Cassius, now Leap in with me into this angry flood, And swim to yonder point ? " Upon the word, Accoutered as I was, I plunged in And bade him follow ; so indeed he did.
PÓgina 5 - Godfrey, a self-taught mathematician, great in his way, and afterward inventor of what is now called Hadley's Quadrant. But he knew little out of his way, and was not a pleasing companion; as, like most great mathematicians I have met with, he expected universal precision in everything said, or was for ever denying or distinguishing upon trifles, to the disturbance of all conversation.
PÓgina 5 - I drew up required that every member, in his turn, should produce one or more queries on any point of Morals, Politics, or Natural Philosophy, to be discussed by the company ; and once in three months produce and read an essay of his own writing, on any subject he pleased.
PÓgina 171 - Ha! — this, shall make a passage for my soul — (Snatches BARZAPHERNES' sword.) Out, out vile cares, from your distress'd abode — (Stabs himself.) BARZAPHERNES. Oh ! ye eternal Gods ! GOTARZES. Distraction! heav'ns! I shall run mad — ARSACES. Ah ! 't is in vain to grieve — The steel has done its part, and I 'm at rest.
PÓgina 70 - Happy Parthia! Now proud Arabia dreads her destin'd chains, While shame and rout disperses all her sons. Barzaphernes pursues the fugitives, The few whom fav'ring Night redeem'd from slaughter; Swiftly they fled, for fear had wing'd their speed, And made them bless the shade which safty gave. PHRAATES. What a bright hope is ours, when those dread pow'rs Who rule yon heav'n, and guide the mov'ments here, Shall call your royal Father to their joys : In blest Arsaces ev'ry virtue meets; He 's gen'rous,...
PÓgina 157 - Oh! I could dwell forever on his praise, Yet think eternity was scarce enough To tell the mighty theme; here in my breast His image dwells, but one dear thought of him, When fancy paints his Person to my eye, As he was wont in tenderness dissolv'd. Sighing his vows, or kneeling at my feet, Wipes off all mem'ry of my wretchedness.
PÓgina 170 - I am dead, dissolv'd to native dust, Yet let me live in thy dear mem'ry — One tear will not be much to give Evanthe. ARSACES. My eyes shall e'er two running fountains be, And wet thy urn with overflowing tears, Joy ne'er again within my breast shall find A residence — Oh ! speak, once more — EVANTHE.
PÓgina 86 - Lord, 0, not on this bright day, Let not this day of joy blush with his blood. Nor count his steady loyalty a crime, But give him life, Arsaces humbly asks it, And may you e'er be serv'd with honest hearts. KING. Well, be it so; hence, bear him to his dungeon; Lysias, we here commit him to thy charge.