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Updated: June 2, 2025
"Tell it to me," said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid." "If you want a red rose," said the Tree, "you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine."
"You may say in return, sir, that the sum named will remunerate me." At the same time the instinct was intense to seize the youth by the throat, and tell him that if the remittance was delayed beyond the morning, I would have his heart's-blood!
"Be happy," cried the Nightingale, "be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart's-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body.
"Ay, madame, that will I, and with the last drop of my heart's-blood and to my life's end. There, is that strong enough? Help you!" and he gave a short laugh "that's good, too! Why, what else have I been thinking of ever since I met you? What else can you suppose that I intend to do? Isn't it enough for me to see your distress?
Each bodies his own character and breathes his own expression. O to be here through long, long summer days, drenched with coolness and shadow and solitude, cool, cool, cool to the innermost drop of my hot heart's-blood! Never! Why do I linger among the mountains? You have seen them all. Nay, verily, I could believe that eyes had never looked upon them before.
Fopling was inspired. Nor could Richard put Mr. Fopling and his violent advice out of his head. "Money is the villain's heart's-blood!" thought Richard. "I'm inclined to conclude that Fopling is right. If I take his money from him, he is helpless a viper without its fangs, a bear with its back broken!" Richard put in that evening in his own apartments.
Taking no notice of Russell, he advanced to Ashby. "Señor," said he, in Spanish, "for the part that you have taken in this matter I will call you to account." Ashby smiled disdainfully. "You have insulted me," said Lopez, fiercely. "This insult must be washed out in blood your heart's-blood or mine. I am going in this train." "Indeed! So am I," said Ashby. "We shall find a place and a time."
Why, then, we will have bellowing of beeves, Broaching of barrels, brandishing of spigots; Blood shall flow freely, but it shall be gore Of herds and flocks, and venison and poultry, Join'd to the brave heart's-blood of John-a-Barleycorn!
At last he went and wound up the clock, it was the stroke of twelve, and then he turned to me and said, "Dan sent you this, Georgie. He hailed a pilot-boat, and's gone to the Cape to join the fall fleet to the fish'ries; and he sent you this." It was just a great hand-grip to make your nails purple, but there was heart's-blood in it. See, there's the mark to-day.
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