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Sida 63 - Let's choose executors and talk of wills : And yet not so — for what can we bequeath Save our deposed bodies to the ground? Our lands, our lives, and all are Bolingbroke's, And nothing can we call our own but death, And that small model of the barren earth Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
Sida 10 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Sida 15 - If I have found favour in thy sight, O king, and if it please the king, let my life be given me at my petition, and my people at my request: For we are sold, I and my people, to be destroyed, to be slain, and to perish. But if we had been sold for bondmen and bondwomen, I had held my tongue, although the enemy could not countervail the king's damage.
Sida 60 - But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true fixed and resting quality, There is no fellow in the firmament.
Sida 133 - Casa Wappy ! And though, perchance, a smile may gleam Of casual mirth, It doth not own whate'er may seem, An inward birth : We miss thy small step on the stair ; We miss thee at thine evening prayer ! All day we miss thee, everywhere, Casa Wappy...
Sida 64 - He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass green turf, At his heels a stone.
Sida x - Let Hercules himself do what he may, The cat will mew, the dog will have his day.
Sida 51 - ... calm and motionless upon the air, As if he floated there, without their aid, By the sole act of his unlorded will, That buoyed him proudly up. Instinctively I bent my bow : yet kept he rounding still His airy circle, as in the delight Of measuring the ample range beneath And round about; absorbed, he heeded not The death that threatened him. I could not shoot— 'Twas Liberty ! I turned my bow aside, And let him soar away.
Sida 133 - Thou wert a vision of delight To bless us given ; Beauty embodied to our sight, A type of heaven ! So dear to us thou wert, thou art Even less thine own self, than a part Of mine and of thy mother's heart...
Sida 35 - O dearest, dearest boy, my heart For better love would seldom yearn, Could I but teach the hundredth part Of what from thee I learn.