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There is also in Homer narration which has for the most part copious expression, a method of working in full, fitting the subject. Patroclus lies in death, And o'er his body now the war is waged, His naked body, for his arms are now The prize of Hector of the glancing helmet.
In brief, a braver choice of dauntless spirits Than now the English bottoms have waft o'er Did never float upon the swelling tide. And here is his sermon on national unity, preached by the Bishop of Carlisle: O, if you rear this house against this house, It will the woefullest division prove That ever fell upon this cursed earth.
You must not taste a drop till you have done homage to me. So repeat these verses, which I have composed in honour of the occasion: 'Silver is his dais, plastered o'er with gold; In his ears are jewels, some prince I must behold!
And at night he'd play on a native instrument shaped like a potato, by blowing into one cavity and stopping up other cavities to make the notes. It would be slow music and make you think of the quiet old churchyard where your troubles would be o'er; and why not get there as soon as possible? Sad music!
The following is from Swift's description of a City Shower: "Boxed in a chair the beau impatient sits, While spouts run clattering o'er the roof by fits, And over and anon with frightful din The leather sounds; he trembles from within. King Priam lived to see the downfall of his kingdom, and was slain at last on the fatal night when the Greeks took the city.
Wherefore should fear in Rustem's breast have birth, Káús, to me, a worthless clod of earth! Go, and thyself Sohráb's invasion stay, Go, seize the plunderers growling o'er their prey! Wherefore to others give the base command? Go, break him on the tree with thine own hand. Know, thou hast roused a warrior, great and free, Who never bends to tyrant Kings like thee!
They send one another copies of verses, and Burke prays for Shackleton's judgment on an invocation of his new poem, to beauteous nymphs who haunt the dusky wood, which hangs recumbent o'er the crystal flood.
And this stanza: "To-day has waved its parting wings, To join the days before it; And as for what the morning brings, The morning's mist hangs o'er it." It was delightful to hear him and my mother talk together, and their disputes, though frequent, seemed generally extremely amicable, and as diverting to themselves as to us.
In the mean time, the intelligence of Ellen's disappearance circulated rapidly, and soon sent forth hunters more fit to follow the chase than Dr. Melmoth. "There was racing and chasing o'er Cannobie Lee." When Edward Walcott awoke the next morning from his deep slumber, his first consciousness was of a heavy weight upon his mind, the cause of which he was unable immediately to recollect.
On the other hand, the dark canopy lifted in the west, and a long belt of lurid light was shed over the view. In this flood of bright and portentous mist the stranger still floated, though there were moments when his faint and fanciful outlines seemed to be melting into thin air. "Yet again? What do you here? Shal we give o'er, an drown? Have you a mind to sink?" Tempest.
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