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W. Winter, 1878 - 104 pages

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Page 39 - Fail — fail! In the lexicon of youth, which Fate reserves For a bright manhood, there is no such word As — fail!
Page 2 - He who ascends to mountain-tops, shall find The loftiest peaks most wrapt in clouds and snow; He who surpasses or subdues mankind, Must look down on the hate of those below. Though high above the sun of glory glow, And far beneath the earth and ocean spread, Round him are icy rocks, and loudly blow Contending tempests on his naked head, And thus reward the toils which to those summits led.
Page 75 - Thro' gain and loss — thro' glory and disgrace — Along the plains, where passionate Discord rears Eternal Babel — still the holy stream Of human happiness glides on! Louis. And must we Thank for that also — our prime Minister?
Page 2 - A fiery soul, which, working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay...
Page 69 - I dare not brave you! I do but speak the orders of my King. The church, your rank, power, very word, my lord, Suffice you for resistance: blame yourself If it should cost you power! RICHELIEU. That my stake. Ah, Dark gamester, what is thine? Look to it well! Lose not a trick.
Page 73 - Envoys have their answer! [To Third Secretary, with a ring. This to De Chavigny — he knows the rest — No need of parchment here — he must not halt For sleep — for food. — In my name, — MINE! — he will Arrest the Due de Bouillon at the head Of his army! — Ho! — there, Count de Baradas, Thou hast lost the stake! — Away with him!
Page 36 - RICHELIEU (who has seated himself as to write, lifts the pen). True, THIS ! Beneath the rule of men entirely great The pen is mightier than the sword. Behold The arch-enchanter's wand ! itself a nothing ! But taking sorcery from the master-hand To paralyze the Caesars, and to strike The loud earth breathless ! Take away the sword ; States can be, saved without it ! (Looking on the clock.) 'Tis the hour ; Retire, sir.
Page 66 - JULIE. O mercy ! mercy ! Save him, restore him, father ! Art thou not The Cardinal-King? — the Lord of life and death — Beneath whose light, as deeps beneath the moon, The solemn tides of Empire ebb and flow? — Art thou not Richelieu? RICHELIEU. Yesterday I was ! — To-day, a very weak old man ! — To-morrow, I know not what ! JULIE.
Page 45 - Rang out shrill answer ; — hastening from the house, My footstep in the stirrup, Marion stole Across the threshold, whispering " Lose no moment, Ere Richelieu have the packet : tell him too — 140 Murder is in the winds of Night, and Orleans Swears, ere the dawn the Cardinal shall be clay.
Page 20 - You have outrun your fortune ; I blame you not, that you would be a beggar ; Each to his taste ! But I do charge you, sir, That, being beggar'd, you would coin false moneys Out of that crucible called DEBT. To live On means not yours ; be brave in silks and laces, Gallant in steeds, splendid in banquets ; all Not yours...

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