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And with his white lips rigidly compress'd; Till, in submissive tones, he ask'd to speak Once more, ere thrust from earth's fair sunshine forth. Was it to sue for grace?—his burning heart Sprang, with a sudden lightning, to his eye, And he was changed!—and thus, in rapid words, Th' o'ermastering thoughts, more strong than death found way.

"And shall I not rejoice to go, when the noble and the brave, With the glory on their brows, are gone before me to the grave? What is there left to look on now, what brightness in the land?— I hold in scorn the faded world, that wants their princely band!