 O defend, Against your judgment, your departed friend! Let not the insulting foe my fame pursue, But shade those laurels which descend to you: And take for tribute what these lines express: You merit more; nor could my love do less.  The Works of Lord Macaulay Complete - Página 518por Thomas Babington Macaulay Baron Macaulay - 1873Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Robert Walsh, Eliakim Littell, John Jay Smith - 1841 - 650 páginas
...with. ' Heaven, that but once was prodigal before, To Shakspeare gave as much, he could not give him more.' Some lines near the end of the poem are singularly...; But you, whom every muse and grace adorn, Whom I forsee to belter fortune born ; Be kind to my remains ; and, oh, defend Against your judgment your... | |
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