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Max.! bethink thee What duties may'st thou have? If I am acting A criminal part toward the emperor, It is my crime, not thine. Dost thou belong To thine own self? Art thou thine own commander? Stand'st thou, like me, a freeman in the world, That in thy actions thou shouldst plead free agency?
A keel nears the shoal; From the slime and the mud Crawl the newt and the adder, The spawn the of flood. Thou stand'st on the rock Where the dreamer beheld thee. O soul, spread thy wings, Ere the glamour hath spell'd thee. O, dread is the tempter, And strong the control; But conquer'd the tempter, If firm be the soul"
Oh, good-night, good-night, lad! Stay! Halifax, what hast thee got to do to-morrow?" "Not much, unless the Russian hides should come in; I cleared off the week's accounts last night, as usual." "Ay, to-morrow I shall look over all thy books and see how thee stand'st, and what further work thou art fit for. Therefore, take a day's holiday, if thee likes." We thanked him warmly.
ISABELLA. Shuddering with earnest gaze, and motionless, Thou stand'st. yes! there my hopes repose, and all That earth has of thy brother; in the bud Nipped is your concord's tender flower, nor ever With beauteous fruit shall glad a mother's eyes, DON CAESAR. Be comforted; thy sons, with honest heart, To peace aspired, but heaven's decree was blood!
"Thou stand'st here arraign'd, That with presumption impious and accurs'd, Thou hast usurp'd God's high prerogative, Making thy fellow mortal's life and death Wait on thy moody and diseased passions; That with a violent and untimely steel Hath set abroach the blood that should have ebbed In calm and natural current: to sum all In one wild name a name the pale air freezes at, And every cheek of man sinks in with horror Thou art a cold and midnight murderer."
Wondering, my prince, I gaze, for in thy looks some mystery Strange-seeming shows: scarce with abstracted mien And cold thou answered'st, when with earnest heart Thy brother poured the strain of dear affection. As in a dream thou stand'st, and lost in thought, As though dissevered from its earthly frame Thy spirit roved afar.
And thou, O wall, O sweet, O lovely wall, That stand'st between her father's ground and mine Thou wall, O wall, O sweet and lovely wall, Show me thy chink, to blink through with mine eyne. Midsummer Night's Dream.
We only need to know for what man of "transcendent genius, universal culture, world-wide philosophy . . . moving in Court circles," and so on, Ben "was working" about 1621-3, the Folio appearing in 1623. The heart beats with anticipation of a discovery! "On January 22, 1621, Bacon celebrated his sixtieth birthday with great state at York House. "Thou stand'st as if some mystery thou didst." Mr.
How, my pretty coz Cicely! why, I left you but a child in the cradle, and there thou stand'st in thy velvet waistcoat, as tight a girl as England's sun shines on. Know thy friends and kindred, Cicely, and come hither, child, that I may kiss thee, and give thee my blessing."
I subjoin a few of the stanzas: they are addressed to Lord Byron: "Thou, while thou stand'st beneath this tree, While by thy foot this earth is press'd, Think, here the wanderer's ashes be And wilt thou say, sweet be thy rest! "'Twould add even to a seraph's bliss, Whose sacred charge thou then may be, To guide to guard yes, Byron! yes, That glory is reserved for me."
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