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"She looked on many a face with vacant eye, On many a token without knowing what; She saw them watch her without asking why, And reck'd not who around her pillow sat; Not speechless, though she spoke not; not a sigh Relieved her thoughts: dull silence and quick chat Were tried in vain by by those who served; she gave No sign, save breath, of having left the grave."

Undetermin'd as to any particular destination, he folded his hands behind him, cast his glance upon the ground, and moved listlessly onward. Hour after hour the poet walk'd along up this street and down that he reck'd not how or where.

She could show others the steep and thorny way, but 'reck'd not her own rede," And Troy's deformities lay deep down from a woman's vision, whilst his embellishments were upon the very surface; thus contrasting with homely Oak, whose defects were patent to the blindest, and whose vertues were as metals in a mine. The difference between love and respect was mark- edly shown in her conduct.

She could show others the steep and thorny way, but "reck'd not her own rede." And Troy's deformities lay deep down from a woman's vision, whilst his embellishments were upon the very surface; thus contrasting with homely Oak, whose defects were patent to the blindest, and whose virtues were as metals in a mine. The difference between love and respect was markedly shown in her conduct.

"Cruel of heart, and strong of arm, Proud in his sport, and keen for spoil, He little reck'd of good or harm, Fierce both in mirth and toil; Yet like a dog could fawn, if need there were; Speak mildly when he would, or look in fear." Dana The Buccaneer. After the visitation, the governor passed a week at the Peak, with Bridget and his children.

He reck'd not of the life he lost, nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother he their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday. All this rush'd with his blood Shall he expire, And unavenged? Arise ye Goths and glut your ire.