New World Tragedies From Old World Life With Other Poems

Excerpt from New World Tragedies From Old World Life: With Other Poems The teacher of my child should, shed round joy, And brighten like a morning of young Spring. Sibyl. A captive Roman seam'd by age and care Has little heart for laughter, or for love. Can the scathed oak, at will, burst into bloom, And garland its old limbs with fresh young leaves? Can ice gush into streams when suns are hid The Alps are rock, yet on the mountain's heart One flower moves tears, as its blue eye looks up, And pleads with Heaven to keep the tempest back. King. Thy words Show peril to my daughter near Speak out thine heart sibyl. With this once threaten'd tongue? King. Dwell not on that, old nurse, when anger flash'd, Sweeping each mem'ry on-its tide of fire Of service to my child, from life's first bud Till womanhood in her glows like a rose. Sibyl. But why Should I to thee a fault unfold That will upon a Roman bring down stripes king. Because - refuse, and I thy lips will force, And from them wring the secret of thy soul. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.