Essays in history and biography

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W. Blackwood and sons, 1883
 

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Page 240 - Who breaks his birth's invidious bar, And grasps the skirts of happy chance, And breasts the blows of circumstance, And grapples with his evil star ; Who makes by force his merit known And lives to clutch the golden keys, To mould a mighty state's decrees, And shape the whisper of the throne ; And moving up from high to higher, Becomes on Fortune'scrowning slope The pillar of a people's hope, The centre of a world's desire...
Page 292 - Here — here's his place, where meteors shoot, clouds form, Lightnings are loosened, Stars come and go ! let joy break with the storm — Peace let the dew send ! Lofty designs must close in like effects : Loftily lying, Leave him — still loftier than the world suspects, Living and dying.
Page 15 - This was the noblest Roman of them all: All the conspirators, save only he, Did that they did in envy of great Caesar; He, only, in a general honest thought, And common good to all, made one of them. His life was gentle; and the elements So mix'd in him, that Nature might stand up, And say to all the world, This was a man!
Page 305 - Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes- ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.
Page 133 - He heeded not reviling tones, Nor sold his heart to idle moans, Tho' cursed and scorn'd, and bruised with stones; 'But looking upward, full of grace, He pray'd, and from a happy place God's glory smote him on the face.
Page 156 - And Dryden, in immortal strain, Had raised the Table Round again,* But that a ribald King and Court Bade him toil on, to make them sport ; Demanded for their niggard pay, Fit for their souls, a looser lay, Licentious satire, song, and play ; The world defrauded of the high design, Profaned the God-given strength, and marr'd the lofty line.
Page 148 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Page 261 - Veritate; if it be for Thy glory, I beseech Thee give me some sign from heaven ; if not, I shall suppress it.
Page 186 - THE Earl of Oxford was removed on Tuesday : the queen died on Sunday. What a world is this and how does Fortune banter us ! John Barber tells me, you have set your face toward Ireland.
Page 305 - Life, that in me hast rest, As I Undying Life, have power in Thee! Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain, Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main, To waken doubt in one Holding so fast by thy infinity, So surely anchored on The steadfast rock of Immortality.

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