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The curse of growin g factions and divisions Still vex your councils! Venice Preserved. The prudence of Morton found sufficient occupation in stemmin…
But, hark! the tent has changed its voice, There's peace and rest nae langer. Burns. The Lowdien Mallisha they …
As e'er ye saw the rain doun fa', Or yet the arrow from the bow, Sae our Scots lads fell even down, And they lay slain on every k…
They require Of Heaven the hearts of lions, breath of tigers, Yea and the fierceness too. Fletcher. Evening had fallen; and,…
Sound, so und the clarion, fill the fife! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name. …
The charge is prepared, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged—a terrible show! Beggar's Opera. So deep was the slumber which succeede…
My native land, good night! Lord Byron. The Privy Council of Scotland, in whom the practice since the union of the crowns vested great judicial powers, as well…
Whom does time gallop withal? As You Like It. It is fortunate for tale-tellers that they are not tied down like theatrical writers to the unities of time and place, but may conduct their personages …
What tragic tears bedim the eye! What deaths we suffer ere we die! Our broken friendships we deplore, And lov es of youth that are no more.…
Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shades! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain. …
