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Updated: May 3, 2025


They have shortened its days, and probably in another year they will finally kill it, long before Nature intended that it should die. Ere thou leavest this interesting scene, look on the ground around thee, and see what everything here below must come to. Behold that newly-fallen wallaba!

Go thou, too, O Muse, depart, Other regions fairer find; For my land but offers art For the laurel, chains that bind, For a temple, prisons blind. But before thou leavest me, speak: Tell me with thy voice sublime, Thou couldst ever from me seek A song of sorrow for the weak, Defiance to the tyrant's crime.

She allowed, therefore, half an hour to pass away; and as at that moment all was silence in the old castle, as nothing was heard but the eternal murmur of the waves that immense breaking of the ocean with her pure, harmonious, and powerful voice, she began the first couplet of the psalm then in great favor with the Puritans: "Thou leavest thy servants, Lord, To see if they be strong; But soon thou dost afford Thy hand to lead them on."

Rumor also told her that they made ready the ships for sailing. Then, flying through the city, even as one on whom has come the frenzy of Bacchus flies by night over Mount Cithæron, she came upon Æneas, and spake: "Thoughtest thou to hide thy crime, and to depart in silence from this land? Carest thou not for her whom thou leavest to die? And hast thou no fear of winter storms that vex the sea?

While all the scanty comfort I have for life is, that one day we might meet again; but where, or when, or how-thou hast not love enough so much as to divine; but poorly leavest me to be satisfied by Octavio, committing the business of thy heart, the once great importance of thy soul, the most necessary devoirs of thy life, to be supplied by another.

Lord Rivers, stand back, there are barriers eno' between truth and a king!" "By Saint George and my father's head!" cried Edward, with a rage no less fierce than Warwick's, "thou abusest, false lord, my mercy and our kindred blood. Another word, and thou leavest this pavilion for the Tower!"

O love Divine, whose constant beam Shines on the eyes that will not see, And waits to bless us, while we dream Thou leavest us because we turn from Thee! Nor bounds, nor clime, nor creed Thou know'st, Wide as our need Thy favors fall; The white wings of the Holy Ghost Stoop, seen or unseen, o'er the heads of all. Whittier

And he thou leavest forlorn, Oh, he shall come to shade my brother's grave with moss, To plant what thou didst love the mystic cross, To hope, to pray, to mourn. No marble here shall rise; But o'er thy grave he'll teach the forest tree To lift its glorious head and point to thee, Rejoicing in the skies.

"I am like thee, O, Night, dark and naked; I walk on the flaming path which is above my day-dreams, and whenever my foot touches earth a giant oak tree comes forth." "Nay, thou art not like me, O, Madman, for thou still lookest backward to see how large a foot-print thou leavest on the sand."

Part from her, Huldbrand! Part from him, Bertalda! He belongs to another; see you not how his cheek turns pale at the thought of his departed wife? Those are not the looks of a bridegroom, and the spirit tells me this. If thou leavest him not now, there is joy for thee no more."

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