My heart within me faults to roam In thought even far from thee: Thine be the grave whereto I come, And thine my darkness be.

Thine was the face.

Weary pilgrim, take thy rest, Thine has been a tiresome road; Aching head and tortur'd breast, Added to thy galling load.

Don't you remember that it says 'Thine be the kingdom and the power and the glory'?

Thine be the laurel, then; thy blooming age Can best, if any can, support the stage; Which so declines, that shortly we may see Players and plays reduced to second infancy.

Thine be the lote, but I Love's stature would reach.

Thus (she pursued) I discipline a son, Whose uncheck'd fury to revenge would run: He champs the bit, impatient of his loss, 300 And starts aside, and flounders at the Cross. Instruct him better, gracious God, to know, As thine is vengeance, so forgiveness too:

Let me serve Thee humbly, Thine be all the praise, 'Tis Thy love alone which tunes my feeble lays; Let me serve Thee quicklyTime will soon be o'er I would fain lead many to heaven's peaceful shore.

We mourn as though the great good song he gave Passed with the singer's own informing breath: Ah, golden book, for thee there is no grave, Thine is a rhyme that shall not taste of death.

Thine are my cattle, thine this glade and glen.

If, thro' weak words, one ray of reason shine, Thine was the thought, the errors only mine.

Thine is the stillest night, Thine the securest fold; Too near thou art for seeking thee, Too tender to be told. II.

Thine are the sceptre and the sword, Stretch forth Thy mighty hand, Reign Thou our kingless nation's Lord, Rule Thou our throneless land!

Thine was a princely heart, a joyous soul, The charm of reason, and the sprightly wit Which kept dull letter'd ignorance in awe, Shook the pretender on his tinsel throne, And claim'd the glorious dignity of mind!

To thee belongs the rural reign; Thy cities shall with commerce shine; All thine shall be the subject main: And every shore it circles thine.

So thine shall be the beauteous prize, while I 460 Must languish in despair, in prison die.

from life's feverish dream, From all its sad realities and cares: Be this thy Epitaph, thy honour'd boast Thine was the fame, which thine own mind achieved!

Thou hast placed thy noble court in Acolhuacan, thine are its lintels, thou hast decked them, and one may well believe that with such grandeur thy state shall increase and grow.

Thine is the odour of praise

Thine is the infamy.

"This Gefroi o' thine is a rare breaker of necks and hath o'er-thrown all the wrestlers in the three duchies; a man is he, set in his strength and experienced, but this forester, tall though he be, is but a beardless youth.

And wilt thou love me, thine shall be The fairest flowers that spring, And at thy window evermore The nightingales shall sing.

"This Gefroi o' thine is a rare breaker of necks and hath o'er-thrown all the wrestlers in the three duchies; a man is he, set in his strength and experienced, but this forester, tall though he be, is but a beardless youth.

Thine was the sorest malady of all;

She said, 'Thine is a good religion; I will instantly give orders that the governor of the port, together with your wife, shall appear here, and I shall punish that ass in such a manner that he will not act so another time, and all shall prick up their ears and tremble.'