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Updated: May 27, 2025
Thus, while amazement every bosom quell'd, Sohráb, unmoved, the coming storm beheld, And boldly gazing on the camp around, Raised high the cup with wine nectareous crowned: O'er him no dreams of woe insidious stole, No thought but joy engaged his ardent soul.
We do not know that far below all those acknowledged impulses leading her to comply with the lady's request, there did not lie some romantic hope that influences were astir through which "Pride might be quell'd and love be free," but this she did not whisper even to her own heart.
Quoth he, O whither, wicked Bruin, Art thou fled to my -Eccho, Ruin? I thought th' hadst scorn'd to budge a Step for Fear. Am not I here to take thy Part! Then what has quell'd thy stubborn Heart? Have these Bones rattled, and this Head So often in thy Quarrel bled? Nor did I ever winch or grudge it, For thy dear Sake. Think'st thou 'twill not be laid i' th' Dish. Thou turn'dst thy Back?
The causes of disagreement among themselves were for the time forgotten, as the congregation, dismissed without psalmody or benediction, went slowly and mournfully homeward, each to his own place of abode. Come forth, old man Thy daughter's side Is now the fitting place for thee: When time hath quell'd the oak's bold pride, The youthful tendril yet may hide The ruins of the parent tree.
In what way did he do this? What followed? What effect had this sacrifice on the hostile armies? Absurd the fumed advice to Pyrrhus given, More praised than pander'd, specious, but unsound; Sooner that hero's sword the world had quell'd, Than reason, his ambition. Young
Quoth he, "O whither, wicked Bruin, Art thou fled to my" Echo, Ruin? "I thought th' hadst scorn'd to budge a step For fear." Quoth Echo, Marry guep. "Am I not here to take thy part?" Then what has quell'd thy stubborn heart? Have these bones rattled, and this head So often in thy quarrel bled? Nor did I ever winch or grudge it, For thy dear sake." Quoth she, Mum budget.
I may not love thee, I another's wife; Thou mayst not love me, thou hast wedded heaven. We cannot be together in this world; I cannot live alone and know thee here. And thou art troubled! I for beneath that garb Thy heart beats ever hot with love for me; For love will not be quell'd by monkish vows.
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