Rienzi, Last of the Roman Tribunes by Baron Edward Bulwer Lytton Lytton
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furnishes the excuse for these tyrant hypocrites to lift up their hands
and cry--'See what liberty exists in Rome, when we, the patricians, thus elevate a plebeian!' Did they ever elevate a plebeian if he sympathized with plebeians? No, brother; should I be lifted above our condition, I will be raised by the arms of my countrymen, and not upon their necks." "All I hope, is, Cola, that you will not, in your zeal for your fellow-citizens, forget how dear you are to us. No greatness could ever reconcile me to the thought that it brought you danger." "And I could laugh at all danger, if it led to greatness. But greatness--greatness! Vain dream! Let us keep it for our night sleep. Enough of my plans; now, dearest brother, of yours." And, with the sanguine and cheerful elasticity which belonged to him, the young Cola, dismissing all wilder thoughts, bent his mind to listen, and to enter into, the humbler projects of his brother. The new boat and the holiday dress, and the cot removed to a quarter more secure from the oppression of the barons, and such distant pictures of love as a dark eye and a merry lip conjure up to the vague sentiments of a boy;--to schemes and aspirations of which such objects made the limit, did the scholar listen, with a relaxed brow and a tender smile; and often, in later life, did that conversation occur to him, when he shrank from asking his own heart which ambition was the wiser. "And then," continued the younger brother, "by degrees I might save enough to purchase such a vessel as that which we now see, laden, doubtless, with corn and merchandise, bringing--oh, such a good return--that I could fill your room with books, and never hear you complain that you were not rich enough to purchase some crumbling old |
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