Noble confederates, thus far is perfect PAGE Noble lord and lady bright. Noble she is by birth, made good by virtue Non ego illam mihi dotem duco esse quae dos dicitur Non ego omnino lucrum omne esse utile Not by the justice that my father spurned Not kill her? Rack me Not length of life, not an illustrious birth Not then mistrust, but tender love, enjoins Not to thee only hath come Nothing is new: we walk where others went Now is done thy long day's work Now must I hence Now on some twisted ivy-net Now proud contemner. 179 453 ΙΟΙ 18 17 34 496 505 185 518 107 571 41 80 71 152 453 540 359 176 569 452 Now the third and fatal conflict of the Persian throne was done 501 81 284 206 488 157 430 457 O never rudely will I blame his faith O never vex thy heart for that O night, and shades O pardon me, my liege, but for my tears O queen of adamant ! O marble breast O righteous doom that they who make O royalty, what joys hast thou to boast O sacred, shadowy, cold and constant queen O sage and reverend fathers of this land O sleep! O gentle sleep O sole in whom my thoughts find all repose O sweetest voice! Oh blest familiar sound! O thou that swing'st upon the waving hair O war if thou wert subject but to death PAGE 272 230 397 347 349 124 303 449 47 322 194 322 238 34 28 415 61 283 448 92 38 16 48 One draught from Lethe's flood! reach me one draught Out of your proof you speak: we poor unfledged 300 203 Q Quam iniqui sunt patres in omnes adolescentes iudices Qui se volet esse potentem Quisquis volet perennem Quod mundus stabili fide Quoi! vous parlez de cheveux blancs R Reader, if to thy bosom cling the pain Remember what our father oft has told us Remorse, she ne'er forsakes us . Retire thou, impious man! Ay, hide thyself Roll on thou dark and deep blue ocean, roll Rex, quæ in vita usurpant homines, cogitant, curant, vident Rome, Rome, thou now resemblest a ship. Ruffian, let go that rude, uncivil touch She snatched her poignard . Shepherd, I pray thee stay: where hast thou been? Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea Sir, if I have made Sir, there's a proclamation that you are vanished Sleep and silence reign around Slow, slow, fresh fount; keep time with my salt tears Slowly they bore with solemn step the dead So would I not, so would Eteocles Soft cradled thee thy Fortune till this day. Solis ut umbra comes, comes est quoque livor honoris Some from the feeling of their grief are wrought Somewhere beneath the sun Somne veni et quanquam certissima mortis imago es Son of Vespasian, I have been a soldier Spare that proposal, father; spare the trouble Speak but the word at once, the blow shall follow Speak not of treaty, speak not of surrender Speak, the height of honour Speak to me, son. Speak you so gently, pardon me I pray you Speaking or silent, thou canst always know PAGE 485 201 508 509 237 510 491 515 153 258 255 545 550 15 90 464 333 167 434 70 187 329 420 420 232 257 52 540 78 The air is pleasant, and the soil most fit The blessed sleep you know not whose sweet influence PAGE 265 81 14 165 121 474 23 433 202 The dignity of fortitude opposes. The gentle mind by gentle deeds is known The great man down, you mark his favourite flies The lapse of time and rivers is the same The love of kings is like the blowing of winds The morn doth hasten our departure The most in years of all the mourning train. The night before the action The night grows on, and you are for your meeting The nightingale in summer's front doth sing The pearly dew drop see some flower adorn 15 13 15 102 42 264 13 12 513 66 175 €7 352 243 212 361 23 549 316 35 73 19 478 The purpose of an injury 'tis to vex 214 The quality of mercy is not strained 85 The rocks are cloven, and through the purple night 72 The rose is fairest when 'tis budding new 543 The season comes with you. 331 The signal given. 345 The simple man whose marvel is so great 199 The star that bids the shepherd fold The straightest tree that grows upon one only root 74 481 192 220 The sun is bright, the sky is clear The tear down childhood's cheek that flows The term of life is limited 563 543 14 93 500 287 The unbusied shepherd stretched beneath the hawthorn 24 171 12 The world's a labyrinth The world's a theatre of theft The yearly course that brings this day about Then am I doubly hopeless. Then as an eagle who with pious care Then, as I said, the great Duke Bolingbroke Then fare ye well ye citizens of Ghent Then go not so, my King, I cannot part Then he grew proud, yet gentle in his pride Then I'll look up. 349 20 588 399 410 486 117 197 298 104 164 131 |