JOHN LEICESTER WARREN LORD DE TABLEY 8 10 Chorus from 'Medea?
SWEET are the ways of death to weary feet, Calm are the shades of men. The phantom fears no tyrant in his seat, The slave is master then.
��Love is abolished; well, that this is so;
We knew him best as Pain. The gods arc all cast out, and let them go!
Ready to hurt and slow to succour these;
So, while thou brcathest, pray. But in the sepulchre all flesh has peace;
Their hand is put away.
��8 zi The Two Old Kings
IN ruling well what guerdon? Life runs low, As yonder lamp upon the hour-glass lies, Waning and wasted. We are great and wise, But Love is gone; and Silence seems to grow Along the misty road where we must go. From summits near the morning star's uprise Death comes, a shadow from the northern skies, As, when all leaves are down, there comes the snow.
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