Juvenilia or, A collection of poems. Written between the ages of twelve and seventeen, by J. H. L. Hunt ... Fourth Edition |
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MACBETH;
OR, THE ILL EFFECTS OF AMBITION.
Written at the Age of Twelve.
------Quid non mortalia pectora cogit
Ambitio?------
Ambitio?------
What struggling passions rule the soul;
What passions strong that spurn controul,
The human bosom fire!
The potent warrior cas'd in steel,
The king, the beggar, all can feel,
The power of fierce desire!
What passions strong that spurn controul,
The human bosom fire!
The potent warrior cas'd in steel,
The king, the beggar, all can feel,
The power of fierce desire!
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The tempest howl'd; the forky light
Gilt with pale ray the shades of night,
The pealing thunder crash'd
From murder'd Duncan came Macbeth,
And to the ground, still warm with death,
The bloody dagger dash'd!
Gilt with pale ray the shades of night,
The pealing thunder crash'd
From murder'd Duncan came Macbeth,
And to the ground, still warm with death,
The bloody dagger dash'd!
“Hell gapes to seize my soul,” he cried,
“The Thund'rer asks why Duncan died,
“Who pierc'd his beating heart?
“Who gave the thought, who urg'd the deed;
“Who bade his royal bosom bleed?”
Death spare thy vengeful dart!
“The Thund'rer asks why Duncan died,
“Who pierc'd his beating heart?
“Who gave the thought, who urg'd the deed;
“Who bade his royal bosom bleed?”
Death spare thy vengeful dart!
'Twas a vain sceptre led my hand,
The empty honour of command,
The dagger rais'd on high!
Curst be the day that gave me birth!
Hide me from God, O parent Earth,
From God's all-searching eye!
The empty honour of command,
The dagger rais'd on high!
Curst be the day that gave me birth!
Hide me from God, O parent Earth,
From God's all-searching eye!
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