 | 1854 - 576 páginas
...lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. O, my father ! Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades Unto dominion than thy death deters ! 42. THE WEATHERCOCK. — JT AHingham. Old Fickle. What reputation, what honor, what profit, can accrue... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1863 - 472 páginas
...lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. O my father ! Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades...You heard me speak ? CLARA. I surely thought I heard yon, Just now, as I came in. ARTEVELDE. It may be so. CLARA. Was no one here then 1 V ARTEVELDE. No... | |
 | Harry Buxton Forman - 1871 - 536 páginas
...times Demand me, echoing my father's name ? Oh ! what a fiery heart was his ! such souls Whose sadden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning,...me, Whose paying off would clear my soul's estate.' In the fourteenth century this duty of vengeance was so much a matter of course that we can only hold... | |
 | 1878 - 620 páginas
...tropes. In plainer and stronger language, when his visitor has left him, Artevelde apostrophises his father : — ' Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades...me, Whose paying off would clear my soul's estate.' Tropes are more appropriate in an interview with Adriana, though she requires no metaphors to induce... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1883 - 510 páginas
...but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. Father ! Yes, Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades Unto dominion...surely thought I heard you, Just now, as I came in. Artevdde. It may be so. Clara. Was no one here then ? Artevdde. No one, as you see. Clara. Why then... | |
 | Sir Henry Taylor - 1883 - 464 páginas
...lightning, but they leave behind A voice that in the distance far away Wakens the slumbering ages. O my father ! Thy life is eloquent, and more persuades...Descended with my patrimony to me, Whose paying off would elear my soul's estate. Enter CLARA. CLARA. Was some one herc ? I thought I heard you speak. ARTEVELDE.... | |
 | 1905 - 682 páginas
...for a long time apart from public affairs, he bears, like Hamlet, a conscious burden of revenge : — "A debt of blood Descended with my patrimony to me, Whose paying off would clear my soul's estate." Suddenly he is called to the Captaincy of Ghent, and, resisting the extreme assumptions of the Earl... | |
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tis ignoble to have led my life In idle meditations — that the times Demand me, echoing my father's name ? Oh ! what a fiery heart was his ! such souls Whose sudden visitations daze the world, Vanish like lightning, but they leave behind A voice that... 
