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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:27 am | |
| why did brutus kill caesar? |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:39 am | |
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and the conspirators believed that Julius Caesar was going to become a tyrant and destroy Rome with his dictatorship. Brutus was very honorable and believed that if they killed Caesar they will be remembered as the men who saved Rome from a tyrant and will become the most honorable men in Rome. But after the death of Caesar they were the most hated men in Rome. Brutus was manipulated and persuaded by Cassius' inspirational words about saving Rome and its people that he forgot the real purpose of killing Caesar. Brutus was the only one who wanted to kill Caesar for Rome the rest just wanted to kill him out of sheer jealousy.(All the conspirators thought that he[Caesar] was power hungry and too powerful for his own good.)
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Tue Mar 31, 2009 3:35 am | |
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| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Tue Mar 31, 2009 11:41 am | |
| - Muze wrote:
- why did brutus kill caesar?
Excellent question, Muze. Why would a friend commit the 'most unkindest cut of all?' Weakness to others, or complete betrayal? |
| | | Taisia
Number of posts : 265 Registration date : 2009-04-05
| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Mon Apr 06, 2009 7:07 am | |
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In Salem dwelt a glorious King, Raised from a shepherd's lowly state; That did His praises like an angel sing Who did the World create. By many great and bloody wars He was advanced unto Thrones But more delighted in the stars Than in the splendour of his precious stones; Nor gold nor silver did his eye regard The Works of God were his sublime reward,
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A warlike champion he had been, And many feats of chivalry Had done: in kingly courts his eye had seen A vast variety Of earthly joys: Yet he despis'd Those fading honours, and false pleasures Which are by mortals so much prized; And placed his happiness in other treasures No state of life which in this world we find Could yield contentment to his greater mind.
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His fingers touched his trembling lyre, And every quavering string did yield A sound that filled all the Jewish quire, And echoed in the field. No pleasure was so great to him As in a silent night to see The moon and stars: A cherubim Above them, even here, he seem'd to be: Enflam'd with Love it was his great desire, To sing, contemplate, ponder, and admire.
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He was a prophet, and foresaw Things extant in the world to come: He was a judge, and ruled by a law That than the honeycomb Was sweeter far: he was a sage, And all his people could advise; An oracle, whose every page Contained in verse the greatest mysteries; But most he then enjoyed himself when he Did as a poet praise the Deity.
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A shepherd, soldier, and divine, A judge, a courtier, and a king, Priest, angel, prophet, oracle, did shine At once when he did sing. Philosopher and poet too Did in his melody appear; All these in him did please the view Of those that did his heavenly music hear And every drop that from his flowing quill Came down, did all the world with nectar fill
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He had a deep and perfect sense Of all the glories and the pleasures That in God's works are hid: the excellence Of such transcendent treasures Made him on earth an heavenly king, And filled his solitudes with joy ; He never did more sweetly sing Than when alone, though that doth mirth destroy:* Sense did his soul with heavenly life inspire, And made him seem in God's celestial quire.
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Rich, sacred, deep and precious things Did here on earth the man surround: With all the Glory of the King of Kings He was most strangely crowned. His clear soul and open sight Among the Sons of God did see Things filling Angels with delight: His ear did hear their heavenly melody, And when he was alone he all became That Bliss implied, or did increase his fame.
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All arts he then did exercise; And as his God he did adore By secret ravishments above the skies He carried was before He died. His soul did see and feel What others know not; and became, While he before his God did kneel, A constant, heavenly, pure, seraphic flame. Oh that I might unto his throne aspire, And all his joys above the stars admire!
Thomas Traherne
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Number of posts : 265 Registration date : 2009-04-05
| Subject: Re: FAVOURITE POEMS Mon Apr 06, 2009 8:26 am | |
| But that which most I wonder at, which most I did esteem my bliss, which most I boast, And ever shall enjoy, is that within I felt no stain, nor spot of sin.
No darkness then did overshade, But all within was pure and bright, No guilt did crush, nor fear invade But all my soul was full of light.
A joyful sense and purity Is all I can remember; The very night to me was bright, 'Twas summer in December.
A serious meditation did employ My soul within, which taken up with joy Did seem no outward thing to note, but fly All objects that do feed the eye.
While it those very objects did Admire, and prize, and praise, and love, Which in their glory most are hid, Which presence only doth remove.
Their constant daily presence I Rejoicing at, did see; And that which takes them from the eye Of others, offer'd them to me.
No inward inclination did I feel To avarice or pride: my soul did kneel In admiration all the day. No lust, nor strife, Polluted then my infant life.
No fraud nor anger in me mov'd, No malice, jealousy, or spite; All that I saw I truly lov'd. Contentment only and delight
Were in my soul. O Heav'n! what bliss Did I enjoy and feel! What powerful delight did this Inspire! for this I daily kneel.
Whether it be that nature is so pure, And custom only vicious; or that sure God did by miracle the guilt remove, And make my soul to feel his love
So early: or that 'twas one day, Wherein this happiness I found; Whose strength and brightness so do ray, That still it seems me to surround;
What ere it is, it is a light So endless unto me That I a world of true delight Did then and to this day do see.
That prospect was the gate of Heav'n, that day The ancient light of Eden did convey Into my soul: I was an Adam there A little Adam in a sphere
Of joys! O there my ravish'd sense Was entertain'd in Paradise, And had a sight of innocence Which was beyond all bound and price.
An antepast of Heaven sure! I on the earth did reign; Within, without me, all was pure; I must become a child again.
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