" I waited, and I question'd long the Spring; I question'd every flower and budding spray, If thou didst come among them back again; I conjured each bright blossom, each green leaf, That, leaving Earth, she bears full-arm'd to Dis, But backward flingeth ere her glad return,

And hard of surmise, Chain of Things that be, Or Reason of our Reason; God, to thee I lift my praise, seeing the silent road That bringeth justice ere the end be trod To all that breathes and dies.

So will we smite Tyranny this night and ere the dawn

And how shall June tell The glory that went with May? How shall the full year keep The beauty that ere its day Was blasted into sleep? Roses.

III ¿Quién eres tú? ¿

By the end of July he had finished Marino Faliero, and ere the close of the year the fifth canto of Don Juan.

when the sun is in the deep, The Star will beam upon me suddenly, And ere the sun-god waketh from his sleep, The dear one shall be mine for whom I weep, Mine, mine alone for all eternity.

THE BALLAD OF GOD-MAKERS A bird flew out at the break of day From the nest where it had curled, And ere the eve the bird had set Fear on the kings of the world.

And the scalds with nimble fingers o'er the sounding harp-strings swept; Now the strain in laughter rippled, now with hidden woe it wept, For they sang of Time's beginning, ere the sun the day brought forth Sang as sing the ocean breezes through the pine-woods of the North.

And he shall yield it, or as Lacy lies, Desertfully, for pride and treason stabb'd, He shall ere long lie.

An hournay, half the timewould suffice to apprise the mariner, and ere the morning light, we might see the domes of Venice sinking into their own hated Lagunes.

But Leo the Isaurian, who probably foresaw that Italy would ere long cease to form part of his dominions, and was unwilling that these important territories should own spiritual allegiance to one who was not his subject, altered this arrangement, and transferred the jurisdiction over them to the Patriarch of Constantinople.

Have you not with imprecations beg'd Heavens vengeance if you ere lovd man but me? Bel.

But Dorset died in 1706; the Laureate's dull heroics found no vent; and ere the death of Queen Anne,an event which he bewailed in the least contemptible of his odes,his revenues were contracted to the official stipend.

XXXII "There were we long neglected, and we bore 280 Much sorrow ere the fleet its anchor weighed [30] Green fields before us, and our native shore, We breathed a pestilential air, that made Ravage for which no knell was heard.

But a glass we’ll take, ere the grey dawn break, And then saddle up and away— Theodolite-tum, theodolite-ti, theodolite-too-ral-ay.

Háblame: yo quiero saber si me amas; yo quiero saber si puedo amarte, si eres una mujer... Ó un demonio.... ¿

Y eres dichosa? MARQUESA.

" "Then be it so," quoth I, "that thou are bent To die alone, unpitied, unplained; Yet, ere thou die, it were convenient 80 To tell the cause which thee thereto constrained, Least that the world thee dead accuse of guilt, And say, when thou of none shall be maintained, That thou for secret crime thy blood hast spilt.

The crusade against the Romanists is also so opposed to the spirit of a constitution which professes the principle of the equal rights of man, that it is more than probable they may ere long divide upon the unsolvable question of how to draw the line of demarcation between the influence of the priest and the opinion of his flock.

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We find a glory in the smile That lives in childhood's happy face, Ere fearful doubt or worldly guile Has swept away the angel trace.

Marion Dale, I remember you once, In the days when you blushed like a rose half-blown, Long ere that wealthy respectable dunce Sponged up your beautiful name in his own.

If the mere lapse of lengthening years hath pressed So sorely that life, strength, and vigour tire, How shall he fare who must ere long expire, When to old age is added love's unrest?

Bring flowers when her soul has fled, And place them on her breast, Tho' ere their blooming freshness fade We lay her down to rest.