but what a thought is this? I strangle, in the sudden thrall Of this sharp pang of agony, Oh, hold me, Tarfe, lest I fall.

but what a thought is this? I strangle, in the sudden thrall Of this sharp pang of agony, Oh, hold me, Tarfe, lest I fall.

" "I have not lied," the Moor replied, and he bowed his haughty head Before the King whose wrath might fling his life among the dead.

"I would not deign with falsehood's stain my lineage to betray; Tho' for the truth my life, in sooth, should be the price I pay.

"I would not deign with falsehood's stain my lineage to betray; Tho' for the truth my life, in sooth, should be the price I pay.

I am son and squire of a Moorish sire, who with the Christians strove, And the captive dame of Christian name was his fair wedded love;

" "I give you grace for your open face, and the courteous words you use.

Oh, what pangs I felt For her whose profile was so pure!

For them I die.

I had walked I know not how long when I came out suddenly upon the road which wound along the bank and finally dipped to the ferry, and here I sat down upon a log to think.

Let me say here that I believe this purblind policy of delaying the expedition instead of freely aiding it had much to do with the result.

he cried, "I thought I had chanced upon a meeting of our Philadelphia friends,they of the broad hats and sober coats,and yet I had never before known them to go to war.

I have no wish that you should sacrifice your lives so uselessly by remaining here with me.

I cried, "I cannot hold them long.

I cried, "I cannot hold them long.

He listened without a word till I had finished.

I am sure they mean to shoot me."

I knew then that something had happened, and when I heard you speak, I told myself you were not to blame for it.

I still believe you were not to blame.

"I propose to deliver it tonight before I sail.

"I propose to deliver it tonight before I sail.

I leave it at Hixon's farm.

I trust thou hast a full purse with thee, fair stranger.

" "Alas!" said the stranger, "I have no purse nor no money either, saving only the half of a sixpence, the other half of which mine own dear love doth carry in her bosom, hung about her neck by a strand of silken thread.

I had only to take a few leaps to put myself aboard the vessel....