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Take courage, Will; and thou mayst, for I watched her well, though it is not for one woman to let out another's secret. Sit thee down, lad, for thou look'st very white." He sat down. His mother drew a stool towards him, and sat at his feet. "Did you tell her about Lizzie, then?" asked he, hoarse and low.
Thee look'st as if thee know'dst no more o' care an' cumber nor when thee wast a babby a-lyin' awake i' th' cradle. For thee'dst allays lie still wi' thy eyes open, an' Adam ne'er 'ud lie still a minute when he wakened. Thee wast allays like a bag o' meal as can ne'er be bruised though, for the matter o' that, thy poor feyther war just such another. "I reckon it's wi' bein' a Methody.
What sort of luck, when I see men that I never saw before? Polydeuces. Fear not! Be sure that those thou look'st on are neither evil, nor the children of evil men. Amycus. No fear have I, and it is not for thee to teach me that lesson. Polydeuces. Art thou a savage, resenting all address, or some vainglorious man? Amycus. I am that thou see'st, and on thy land, at least, I trespass not.
Why look'st thou hither, Of human pain not weary, With mischief-loving, godly flash-glances? Not murder wilt thou, But torture, torture? For why ME torture, Thou mischief-loving, unfamiliar God? Ha! Ha! Thou stealest nigh In midnight's gloomy hour?... What wilt thou? Speak! Thou crowdst me, pressest Ha! now far too closely! Thou hearst me breathing, Thou o'erhearst my heart, Thou ever jealous one!
Tachot was a fair, blue-eyed girl, small, and delicately built; Nitetis, on the other hand, tall and majestic, with black hair and eyes, evinced in every action that she was of royal blood. "How pale thou look'st, my child!" said Ladice, kissing Nitetis' cheek. "Be of good courage, and meet thy future bravely. Here is the noble Bartja, the brother of thy future husband."
"But I can talk while I work, miss," Richard went on; "and I will try again to remember." "Please, please do." Richard thought a little, and presently resuming the poem, went on to the end of the first part. As he finished the last stanza God save thee, ancient Mariner, From the fiends that plague thee thus! Why look'st thou so? With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross!"
'I have kept t' pot in t' oven; it'll have a'most got a' t' goodness out of t' tea by now, for it'll be an hour since I made it. Poor lass, thou look'st as if thou needed a good cup o' tea. It were dree work sitting wi' Betsy Darley, were it? And how does she look on her affliction? As she opened the lid a sweet scent of dried lavender and rose-leaves came out.
"Take back thy presents; my young men will have none of them, for they can accept nothing except from a friend; and if thou look'st at their feet, thou shalt see their mocassins, their leggings, even their bridles, are braided with the hair of thy people, perhaps of thy brothers. Silence, and away with thee.
Not thine the breast That deaf to nature's voice, ne'er owned the throbs Of kindred love: nay more like one entranced In bliss, thou look'st around, and smiles of rapture Play on thy cheek. DON MANUEL. How shall my lips declare The transports of my swelling heart?
For short shirt thou bearest, and no beard I see, And the last wind ere moonrise about thee is blowing. Would'st thou meet with thy maiden or look'st thou for me? Bright shineth the moon now, I see thy gown longer; And down by the hazels Joan meeteth her lad: But hard is thy palm, lass, and scarcely were stronger Wat's grip than thine hand-kiss that maketh me glad.
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