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Updated: May 16, 2025
"I saw thee gaze upon my face, Yet meet with no confusion there: One only feeling could'st thou trace; The sullen calmness of despair. "Away! away! my early dream Remembrance never must awake: Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream? My foolish heart, be still, or break."
"Dear my lord," spake Fidelis, and his voice thrilled strangely in Beltane's ears "O, Beltane, my lord, could'st thou but doubt thyself a little could'st thou, doubting thine own senses for love's sake, believe her now true true as thou would'st have her, then Love indeed might work for thee a miracle this night and thou be loved as man of god-like faith."
"Look ye here, then," cried Ahab, passionately advancing, and leaning with both hands on Perth's shoulders; "look ye here HERE can ye smoothe out a seam like this, blacksmith," sweeping one hand across his ribbed brow; "if thou could'st, blacksmith, glad enough would I lay my head upon thy anvil, and feel thy heaviest hammer between my eyes. Answer! Can'st thou smoothe this seam?"
"Lack-a-day! how could'st help the same?" "Didn't it hurt sore, Rose?" asked John Thurston. "Not nigh so much as you might think," answered Rose, brightly. "At the first it caused me some grief; but truly, the more it burned the less it hurt, till at last it was scarce any hurt at all." "But thou had'st the pot in thine other hand, maid; wherefore not have hit him a good swing therewith?"
'Nor could'st thou hope to have it better done, For I'm no poet, nor a poet's son, But a mechanic, guided by no rule, But what I gained in a grammar school In my minority.
Be generous, Fiesco! FIESCO. And yet, my Julia where could'st thou bestow this treasure better than on my endless passion? JULIA. Certainly, nowhere better, and nowhere worse? Tell me, Fiesco, how long will this endless passion endure? But, alas! I've risked too much already now to hesitate at staking my last.
A. WATTS: On burning a Packet of Letters. Many and sad and deep Were the thoughts folded in thy silent breast! Thou, too, could'st watch and weep!
Cicely, may I never touch gittern again," bawled the King in a fury, "if every note, word, and thought be not mine; may I die in to-morrow's onslaught if the song be not my song. Sing thyself, Wilfrid of the Lanthorn Jaws; thou could'st sing a good song in old times."
Instead o' doing us a kindness you'd joost make our lives a burden, and I know 'ee don't want to do that. We's getting on in loife and be too old to change our ways, and nothing thou could'st say could persuade us to live a'ways dressed up in our Sunday clothes in your house." "Well, dad, I might put you both in a comfortable cottage, without work to do."
"Thou knowest the need of caution," he added, "and wilt not judge me harshly." "I said not that, Carlo but thy voice is so familiar, that I thought it wonderful thou could'st speak as a stranger." "Hast thou aught for me?" The gentle girl for she was both young and gentle hesitated. "Hast thou aught new, Gelsomina?" repeated the Bravo, reading her innocent face with his searching gaze.
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