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Nay, Romney, nay–I will not hear you sayThose words again: “I love you, love you sweet!”You are profane–blasphemous. I repeat,You are no actor for so grand a play.
You love with all your heart? Well, that may be;Some cups are fashioned shallow. Should I tryTo quench my thirst from one of those, when dry -I who [...]
What would I ask the kindly fates to giveTo crown her life, if I could have my way?My strongest wishes would be negative,If they would but obey.
Give her not greatness. For great souls must standAlone and lonely in this little world:Cleft rocks that show the great Creator’s hand,Thither by earthquakes hurled.
Give her not genius. Spare [...]
[On the election of the Roman Emperor Maximus, by the Senate, A.D.238, a powerful army, headed by the Thracian giant Maximus, laidsiege to Aquileia. Though poorly prepared for war, the constancy ofher citizens rendered her impregnable. The women of Aquileia cutoff their hair to make ropes for the military engines. The smallbody of troops was [...]
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