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Updated: May 17, 2025
"The scarlet hat, the laurell'd stave Are measures, not the springs, of worth; In a wife's lap, as in a grave, Man's airy notions mix with earth. Seek other spur Bravely to stir The dust in this loud world, and tread Alp-high among the whisp'ring dead. "Trust in thyself, then spur amain: So shall Charybdis wear a grace, Grim Aetna laugh, the Lybian plain Take roses to her shrivell'd face.
"'Now, Jack, says the dog, 'I want to spake with you for a minute it's a word for your own ear; so up he stands on his two hind legs, and purtinded to be whisp'ring something to him; but what do you think? he gives him the slightest touch on the lips with his paw, and that instant Jack remimbered the lady and everything that happened betune them.
Thus was I like the hunted deer: "Ev'ry leaf and ev'ry whisp'ring breath Convey'd a foe, and ev'ry foe a death." I heard frequent rustlings among the leaves; and being pretty sure they were snakes I expected every instant to be stung by them. This increased my anguish, and the horror of my situation became now quite insupportable.
Three travelers making haste, And whisp'ring of some errand of their own, With arms enlinked and garments backward blown, Across a twilight waste. Three gibbets dumb and tall, Against the east, with scrawny arms, outlined; Far off a lonely tower, left behind, With silver cross and ball.
Young Iulus clasped in my right hand, Followeth me fast, with unequal pace, And at my back my wife. Thus did we pass By places shadowed most with the night, And me, whom late the dart which enemies threw, Nor press of Argive routs could make amaz'd, Each whisp'ring wind hath power now to fray, And every sound to move my doubtful mind.
Still through the deep'ning gloom of bow'ry shades To Fancy's eye fantastic forms appear; Low whisp'ring echoes steal along the glades And thrill the ear with wildly-pleasing fear. Parent of shades! of silence! dewy airs! Of solemn musing, and of vision wild! To thee my soul her pensive tribute bears, And hails thy gradual step, thy influence mild.
Go to, then you come to me, and you say, Shylock, we would have moneys; you say so. Shall I bend low, and in a bondsman key, With bated breath, and whisp'ring humbleness, Say this Fair sir, you spit on me last Wednesday; You spurned me such a day; another time You called me dog; and for these courtesies I'll lend you thus much moneys?"
Through parted, expectant lips a trembling sigh of inexpressible sweetness seemed to carry her answer; it was brought by the mystery of her look, by the clasp of our senses for I know she did not speak a word: "I'll wait beneath the palms on one of many, many islands, Set as emerald jewels in an ever-changing sea; My hammock swings beside a pool of purling, crystal water Whisp'ring to the shadows of a lonely Arcady; The Spanish moss hangs solemn in long streamers from the cypress, The paths are soft and noiseless with dead needles of the pine, The nights are still and fragrant, and I'll wait
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