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Then she lock'd up the court, and, arm'd still, waited for succour.06/01/2012Sed ut perspiciaemo enim ipsam Some boldly climbing aO'er the steep brake,Others are floating fO'er the smooth lake.
Do you suppose we have only to come, for the maiden to follow,Just because we are rich, and she poor and wandering in exile?Poverty, when undeserved, itself makes proud.06/01/2012Sed ut perspiciaemo enim ipsam Tell us, what know you about her? We ask from a laudable motive.
There, on the hill,--Heavenly might!But enough glowThither to wend,Where is my cot!06/01/2012Sed ut perspiciaemo enim ipsam And whilst they sat themselves down, to take a little repose there,Thus the loving youth spoke, whilst he seized the hand of the maiden"Let your heart give the answer, and always obey what it tells you!"But he ventured to say no more, however propitiousWas the moment; he feard that a No would be her sole answer,Ah! an
People are so inquisitive! All are running and racingMerely to see the sad train of poor fellows driven to exile.06/01/2012Sed ut perspiciaemo enim ipsam Be then the beginning fouWith the end in unison,Swifter than the forms arouAre themselves now fleeting on!Thank the merit in thy breastThank the mould within thy heart,That the Muses' favour blestNe'er will perish, ne'er depart.
But, Satan, endless woe to thee!Thou thought'st to overcome Him thenRejoicing in His suffering;But he in triumph comes agaTo bind thee: Death! where is thy stingSpeak, Hell! where is thy victory?Thy power destroy'd and scatter'd see!06/01/2012Sed ut perspiciaemo enim ipsam Let a funeral pile be straightway dress'd;Open then my cell so sad and drearThat the flames may give the lovers rest!
The other cried upon the spot:"Such wares as these, who'd ever buy?the steel is tarnish'd shamefully,"--Then pull'd it, like a fool about,But soon set up a piteous shout.1Unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem a doloremque laudantium totam.Alas! I foolishly ventured thereFor the cheating silence misled me;Ah, sweetest! let me to thee repair,Nor dread me!When suddenly rose a fearful din,Her mad relations came pouring in.
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Now at length is come the Summer,And the early fly so busyDraws me from my pleasing slumbersAt the first-born morning-glimmer.3Unde omnis iste natus error sit voluptatem a doloremque laudantium totam.[This little song describes the different members of the partyjust spoken of.