Sir Wilfrid Lawson: A Memoir

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Smith, Elder & Company, 1909 - Great Britain - 400 pages

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Page 180 - Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 67 - The applause of listening Senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes.
Page 134 - We don't want to fight, but by Jingo if we do, We've got the ships, we've got the men, we've got the money too.
Page 186 - Why should we faint and fear to live alone, Since all alone, so Heaven has will'd, we die, Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh
Page 220 - in Hamlet's words :— • The time is out of joint ; O, cursed spite, That ever I was born to set it right !
Page 262 - The idea of immortality, that, like a sea, has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was not born of any book,
Page 186 - Heaven has will'd, we die, Nor even the tenderest heart, and next our own, Knows half the reasons why we smile and sigh ? l
Page 180 - So the struck Eagle, stretched upon the plain, No more through rolling clouds to soar again, Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart, And winged the shaft that quivered in his heart ; Keen were his pangs, but keener far to feel He nursed the pinion which impelled the steel, While the same plumage that had warmed his nest Drank the last life-drop of his bleeding breast.
Page 210 - There were the painted forms of other times, 'Twas all they left of virtues or of crimes, Save vague tradition ; and the gloomy vaults That hid their dust, their foibles, and their faults ; And half a column of the pompous page That speeds the specious tale from age to age ; Where History's pen its praise or blame supplies, And lies like truth, and still most truly lies.
Page 285 - lines : They are slaves who dare not be In the right with two or three. I

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