Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law entitled him.
As nature's curtain fell
The one who bore him tottered in , —
For this was woman's son.
"'Twere all I had," she...
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I'll tell thee now (dear love) what thou shalt do |
Your gran'ma, in her youth, was quite |
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I am monarch of all I survey, |
Fortune! I thank thee: gentle Goddess! thanks! |
Victory comes late — |
As I stood by yon roofless tower, |
Two crownèd Kings, and One that stood alone |
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