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" Through the proud halls of time-emboldened guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I feel ye nigh, I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race; O keep me pitiless : Expel all human weakness from my frame,... "
Tragedies - Page 56
by Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1840 - 303 pages
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Sabrinae corolla in hortulis regiae scholae Salopiensis contextuerunt tres ...

Shrewsbury (England). Royal School - 1801 - 368 pages
...presence, For now I feel ye nigh, I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race ! О keep me pitiless ! Expel all human weakness from my...sacrifice My country asks, harden my soul to shed it ! TALFOURD. King Charles the Second. Here lies our Sovereign Lord the King, Whose word no man relies...
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Ion; a tragedy [by sir T.N. Talfourd. In verse].

sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1835 - 252 pages
...feel ye nigh, I dedicate This arm to the destruction of the king And of his race ! O keep me pityless, Expel all human weakness from my frame, That this...harden my soul to shed it!— Was not that thunder '. 120 ION; A TRAGEDY. CIES1PHON. No ; I heard no sound. f Now mark me, Ion !—thou shall straight...
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Ion; a tragedy [by sir T.N. Talfourd. In verse]. [Another] By T.N. Talfourd

sir Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1836 - 140 pages
...blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of time-embolden'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me !—In your presence. For now I feel...harden my soul to shed it!— Was not that thunder ? CTESIPHON. No ; I heard no sound. Now mark me, Ion!—thou shalt straight be led To the king's chamber;...
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American Quarterly Review, Volume 21

1837 - 536 pages
...Who clothe the faded battlements of tyranny Through the proud halls of time-embolden'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me !—In your presence, For now I feel...frame, That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice Should feel its point; and if he has a child My country asks,...
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American Quarterly Review, Volume 21

Robert Walsh - 1837 - 572 pages
...blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of time-emboldeu'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me !—In your presence, For now I feel...frame, That this keen weapon shake not when his heart Whose blood is needful to the sacrifice Should feel its point; and if he has a child My country asks,...
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The North American Review, Volume 44

Jared Sparks, Edward Everett, James Russell Lowell, Henry Cabot Lodge - 1837 - 594 pages
...with great effect. Thus Ion, after dedicating himself to the destruction of the king, at the altar ; " And if he has a child Whose blood is needful to the...sacrifice My country asks, harden my soul to shed it!" These are examples of small traits, that would not perhaps generally be observed. They serve to show...
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The Cambridge University Magazine, Volume 1, Issue 1

1840 - 528 pages
...blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of time-embolden'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I...sacrifice My country asks, harden my soul to shed it ! — TALFOURD. Into ANAP.SSTIC DIMETERS : ALCIDES thus his race began, O'er infancy he swiftly ran...
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The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pages
...blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of time-embolden'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I...harden my soul to shed it !— Was not that thunder ! ION AT THE ENTRANCE OF A FOREST. O « i \ , / M. pathways, o'er whose scanty blades Of unaspiring...
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Tragedies: To which are Added a Few Sonnets and Verses

Thomas Noon Talfourd - 1846 - 284 pages
...blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe, Through the proud halls of time-emboldened guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I...harden my soul to shed it ! — Was not that thunder ? Ctes. No ; I heard no sound. Now mark me, Ion ! thou shalt straight be led To the king's chamber...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...blackness as a funeral pall, and breathe Through the proud halls of time-embolden'd guilt Portents of ruin, hear me ! — In your presence, For now I...harden my soul to shed it ! — Was not that thunder ? ION AT THE ENTRANCE OF A FOREST. O wisni.vr, pathways, o'er whose scanty blades Of unaspiring grass...
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