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Must each noble aspiration
From the sun's serene dominions,
Icarus fell with shattered pinions.
Sweet Pandora! dear Pandora!
Why did mighty Jove create thee Coy as Thetis, fair as Flora, Beautiful as young Aurora,
If to win thee is to hate thee?
No, not hate theel for this feeling
Of unrest and long resistance
O'er the chords of our existence.
Him whom thou dost once enamour,
Thou, beloved, never leavest;
Him of Hope thou ne'er bereavest.
Weary hearts by thee are lifted,
Struggling souls by thee are strengthened, Clouds of fear asunder rifted, Truth from falsehood cleansed and sifted,
Lives, like days in summer, lengthened.
Therefore art thou ever dearer,
O my Sibyl, my deceiver! For thou makest each mystery clearer, And the unattained seems nearer
When thou fillest my heart with fever!
Muse of all the Gifts and Graces!
Though the fields around us wither, There are ampler realms and spaces, Where no foot has left its traces:
Let us turn and wander thither.
PAGE 2. The sword of Damascus. STANDISA's sword is still preserved at Plymouth, with an Arabic incription on the back, showing it to be a “Damascus blade.” His coat of mail, when taken out of an old box and touched, crumbled to dust.
PAGE 4. Lies buried Rose Standish.
The first winter's mortality among the settlers was very great. Among the victims “died Rose Standish, wife of Captain Standish, on January 29th."
Page 19. Why don't you speak for yourself, John?
Olivia. O by your leave, I pray you;
I bade you never speak again of him;
Twelfth Night, Act III. Scenę 1.