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Howe'er the end may fall out for him, and whate'er may come of it for the lad, there is nought that will hold him from his yearning to go to Britain; but it is meet that he take leave of his father before he goes to Britain or to Cornwall. Alexander the fair, the valiant, goes to speak to the emperor in order to ask permission and to take his leave.
Closed are those eyes, the harbingers of wit, Which spake before the tongue what Shakespeare writ. Cold is that hand which living was stretched forth At friendship's call to succor modest worth. Here lies James Quin, deign readers to be taught Whate'er thy strength of body, force of thought, In Nature's happiest mood however cast, To this complexion thou must come at last.
"'Tis a simple boon I crave, my lord," he said, in a voice so peculiarly sweet, that it seemed to impart new beauty to his features; "a very simple boon, yet my lips tremble to ask it, for thou mayest deem it more weighty than it seemeth to me, and thou alone canst grant it." "Speak it, fair child, whate'er it be," replied the earl, reassuringly, and laying his hand caressingly on the boy's head.
What the king wants with me but little matters; I know the business I shall have with him. Were but one spark of truth with boldness flung Into the despot's soul, how fruitful 'twere In the kind hand of Providence; and so What first appeared capricious act of chalice, May be designed for some momentous end. Whate'er it be, I'll act on this belief.
Long musing o'er his scientific pages, The curious voyager pursues the theme, And learns whate'er the geologic sages Have found or fancied, building each his scheme. The Professor's Story.
Whate'er thy wish, the earth has no repose Life still must drag thee onward as it flows, Whirling thee down the dancing surge of time. But when the courage sinks beneath the dull Sense of its narrow limits on the soul, Bright from the hill-tops of the beautiful, Bursts the attained goal!
The merchant kissed his feet and taking leave of him, returned whence he came, praising him and reciting the following verse: The men and eke the dogs are gone and vanished all. Peace be upon the men and dogs, whate'er befall!
"And kindness like their own Inspired those eyes, affectionate and glad, That seem'd to love whate'er they looked upon; Whether with Hebe's mirth her features shone, Or if a shade more pleasing them o'ercast Yet so becomingly th' expression past, That each succeeding look was lovelier than the last." Gertrude of Wyoming. The western wing of St.
FIESCO. Thou art an hardened villain such a tool I want. Give me thy hand thou shalt serve me. MOOR. Jest or earnest? FIESCO. In full earnest and I'll pay thee yearly a 'thousand sequins. MOOR. Done, Lavagna! I am yours. Away with common business employ me in whate'er you will. I'll be your setter or your bloodhound your fox, your viper your pimp, or executioner.
Beloved in pleasure and pain, chagrin and contentment alike, Whate'er may betide, ye alone are the goal that my wishes ensue. There's one that still holdeth a heart, a heart sore tormented of mine; Ah, would she'd have ruth on my plight and pity the soul that she slew!
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