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Quotes by W. C. Somerville
Boy's Dream. Prostrate on earth the bleeding warrior lies, And Isr'el's beauty on the mountains dies. How are the mighty fallen! Hush'd be my sorrow, gently fall my tears, Lest my sad tale should reach the alien's ears: Bid Fame be dumb, and tremble to proclaim In heathen Gath, or Ascalon, our shame Lest proud Philistia, lest our haughty foe, With impious scorn insult our solemn woe.— filed under Sorrow
Whate'er of earth is form'd, to earth returns, *** The soul Of man alone, that particle divine, Escapes the wreck of worlds, when all things fail.— filed under Sorrow
For the next inn he spurs amain, In haste alights, and skuds away, But time and tide for no man stay.— filed under Time