EULIA!
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EULIA!
REDWALL!
>Furries
MARTIN!
Tirra Lirra!
Bind the mirror!
Half a league, half a league!
Sic semper tyrannus!
For all this there must be paid tomthe gods a memorable return, even as the fine is great, which our wrath has taken, since for one woman stolen a city has been laid level by the fierce beast of Argos, the foal of the horse, the folk of the shield, that launched himself with a leap in the season of Pleiads' fall. Over the wall he sprang and like a lion fleshed, lapped his fill of proud princes' blood.
Not far from these Phoenician Dido stood,
Fresh from her wound, her bosom bath'd in blood;
Whom when the Trojan hero hardly knew,
Obscure in shades, and with a doubtful view,
(Doubtful as he who sees, thro' dusky night,
Or thinks he sees, the moon's uncertain light,)
With tears he first approach'd the sullen shade;
And, as his love inspir'd him, thus he said:
"Unhappy queen! then is the common breath
Of rumor true, in your reported death,
And I, alas! the cause? By Heav'n, I vow,
And all the pow'rs that rule the realms below,
Unwilling I forsook your friendly state,
Commanded by the gods, and forc'd by fate-
Those gods, that fate, whose unresisted might
Have sent me to these regions void of light,
Thro' the vast empire of eternal night.
Nor dar'd I to presume, that, press'd with grief,
My flight should urge you to this dire relief.
Stay, stay your steps, and listen to my vows:
'T is the last interview that fate allows!"
In vain he thus attempts her mind to move
With tears, and pray'rs, and late-repenting love.
Disdainfully she look'd; then turning round,
But fix'd her eyes unmov'd upon the ground,
And what he says and swears, regards no more
Than the deaf rocks, when the loud billows roar;
But whirl'd away, to shun his hateful sight,
Hid in the forest and the shades of night;
Then sought Sichaeus thro' the shady grove,
Who answer'd all her cares, and equal'd all her love.
Some pious tears the pitying hero paid,
And follow'd with his eyes the flitting shade,
Then took the forward way, by fate ordain'd,
And, with his guide, the farther fields attain'd,
Where, sever'd from the rest, the warrior souls remain'd.
Ours is not to reason why,
Ours is but to do and die.
Give 'em blood, and vinegar!
For Narnia!
Ask not for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for you.
But, masters, remember that I am an
ass; though it be not written down, yet forget not
that I am an ass.
Now is the winter of our discontent
Made glorious summer by this sun of York;
Anduril! Anduril for the Dunedain!
O thou! whatever title suit thee,—
Auld Hornie, Satan, Nick, or Clootie!
Wha in yon cavern, grim an' sootie,
Clos'd under hatches,
Spairges about the brunstane cootie
To scaud poor wretches!
I shot the Albatross!
"Now frantic Diomed, at her command,
Against the immortals lifts his raging hand;
The heavenly Venus first his fury found,
Me next encountering, me he dared to wound;
Vanquish'd I fled; even I the god of fight,
From mortal madness scarce was saved by flight.
Else hadst thou seen me sink on yonder plain,
Heap'd round, and heaving under loads of slain!
Or pierced with Grecian darts, for ages lie,
Condemn'd to pain though fated not to die."
Fly not cowards and vile beings for a single knight attacks you!
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