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Updated: June 17, 2025
. . . MISERY That gathers force each moment as it rolls, And must, at last, o'erwhelm me. LILLO: Fatal Curiosity.
He has said enough. Sic. He has spoken like a traitor, and shall answer As traitors do. Cor. Thou wretch! despite o'erwhelm thee! What should the people do with these bald tribunes? On whom depending, their obedience fails To the greater bench?
The flower of thy might lasts now a while: but erelong it shall be that sickness or sword thy strength shall minish, or fang of fire, or flooding billow, or bite of blade, or brandished spear, or odious age; or the eyes' clear beam wax dull and darken: Death even thee in haste shall o'erwhelm, thou hero of war!
Thou lean'st upon a reed, will break beneath thee; One common ruin will o'erwhelm ye both. MARFA. It is my son, I cannot doubt 'tis he. Even the wild hordes of the uncultured wastes Take arms upon his side; the haughty Pole, The palatine, doth stake his noble daughter On the pure gold of his most righteous cause, And I alone reject him I, his mother?
Yea, if like barren rock thou sit Upon a land of dearth, Round which but phantom waters flit, Of visionary birth Yet be thou still, and wait, wait long; There comes a sea to drown the wrong, His glory shall o'erwhelm the earth, And thou, no more a scathed rock, Shall start alive with gladsome shock, Shalt a hand-clapping billow be, And shout with the eternal sea!
... MISERY That gathers force each moment as it rolls, And must, at last, o'erwhelm me. LILLO: Fatal Curiosity.
With pain I've seen, these wrangling wits among, Faith's weak defenders, passionate and young; Weak thou art not, yet not enough on guard Where wit and humour keep their watch and ward. Men gay and noisy will o'erwhelm thy sense, Then loudly laugh at Truth's and thy expense: While the kind ladies will do all they can To check their mirth, and cry 'The good young man!"
Then I bethought me of my father and his kingdom and how I had become a woodcutter, and how, after my life had been awhile serene, it had again become troubled, and I wept and repeated the following verse: What time the cruelties of Fate o'erwhelm thee with distress, Think that one day must bring thee ease, another day duresse.
'Foul deeds will rise, Tho' all the earth o'erwhelm them to men's eyes; but, like a phosphoric light, they rise but to mislead. The story has been told by the Corsican to some priest, who in his turn has repeated it.
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