La terre n'était plus qu'une tombe fermée ;
Masse informe et muette, éteinte, inanimée,
Elle flottait au rang qu'elle avait occupé,
Comme un vaisseau muet que la foudre a frappé,
Quand la main qui le guide est tombée en poussière,
Suit encore un moment sa rapide carrière,
Puis chancelle et s'arrête, et de ses flancs déserts
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When Letty had scarce passed her third glad year,
And her young, artless words began to flow,
One day we gave the child a colored sphere
Of the wide earth, that she might mark and know,
By tint and outline, all its sea and land.
She patted all the world; old empires peeped
Between her baby fingers; her soft hand
Was welcome at all... -
By a Miserable Wretch
ROLL on, thou ball, roll on!
Through pathless realms of space
Roll on!
What though I ’m in a sorry case?
What though I cannot meet my bills?
What though I suffer toothache’s ills?
What though I swallow countless pills?
Never you mind!
Roll on!Roll on, thou ball, roll on!...