7.

"Alas! how hard

Will slavery sit on her exalted soul !
She never will endure it—she will die!
For not a Roman burns with nobler

ardour;

A higher sense of liberty than she."

30.

"Thou first, best friend that Heaven assigns below, To soothe and sweeten all the cares we know."

"A little world of clear and cloudless day,

Nor wrecked by storms, nor mouldered by decay."

I. "And thro' the topmost Oriels' colour'd
flame

Two godlike faces gazed below:
Plato the wise, and large-brow'd

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2.

3.

4.

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My wings are folded o'er mine ears;
My wings are crossed o'er mine eyes."

"The steady brain, the sinewy limb
To leap, to climb, to dive, to swim."

"In life and death to be the mark where wrong t'was his,

Aim'd with her poison'd arrows."

5 "I see him, but thou can'st not, with
what faith

He leaves his gods, his friends, and
native soil."

6. "Sleep,

sleep, and dream of me!"

31.

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A Soldier bold ”—and the "pretty maid” he loved.

I.

"Ask me no more! what answer should I give?"

2. "He might have sat for Hercules
So muscular he spread, so broad of
breast."

3.

"When pensive, it seemed as if that very grace,

That charm of all others, was born with her face."

Broad, narrow, swallow-tail'd and square,
Scroll, pennon, pensil,

O'er the pavilions flew."

there

5. "Let us pic-nic there."

6. "A dearth of words, a woman need not fear

But 'tis a task indeed, to learn-to hear!

7. "The loop hole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone."

8. "There's nothing in this world so sweet as love,

9.

And next to love the sweetest thing

is hate;

I've learned to hate, and therefore am revenged."

"Take but Degree away, untune that

string

And hark what discord follows; each

thing meets

In mere oppugnancy."

32.

"She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd,
She's a woman, therefore to be won."

"Lo! there goes our protector in a rage."

1. "My right there is none to dispute."

2.

3.

4.

"This province these arms of mine did

conquer:

And are the cities that I got with wounds
Delivered up again with peaceful words?"

"But soon a funeral hymn was heard Where the soft breath of evening stirred The tall grey forest."

"Then like a bolt from steel cross-bow
Forth launch'd, across the plain they go;
They dash'd that rapid torrent through,
And
up Carhonie's hill they flew."