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"STOCKHOLM, FONTAINEBLEAU, ET ROME".
This crown, that so, when Death prepares to strike
The woman, seeing on your front its circle,
He may confounded wing him back to Heaven,
To question if the polished dart he grasps
Were sharpened for the queen.
The woman, seeing on your front its circle,
He may confounded wing him back to Heaven,
To question if the polished dart he grasps
Were sharpened for the queen.
christina.
There's need of courage
For that. Oh, heavy is the diadem
To dying brows! When drop the palsied head
And the relaxing hand, sceptres and crowns
Are weary weights to carry to the tomb;
And when seven times the voice of God shall echo
Along the sepulchres, and the scared dead
Make answer, kings shall be the palest of them!
And more than one, arising, shall express,
Forgetting crown and sceptre, leave them hid
In the remotest shadows of his prison.
For that. Oh, heavy is the diadem
To dying brows! When drop the palsied head
And the relaxing hand, sceptres and crowns
Are weary weights to carry to the tomb;
And when seven times the voice of God shall echo
Along the sepulchres, and the scared dead
Make answer, kings shall be the palest of them!
And more than one, arising, shall express,
Forgetting crown and sceptre, leave them hid
In the remotest shadows of his prison.
