Poems By The Late Thomas Lovell Beddoes Author Of Deaths Jest Book PDF Download

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1851 edition. Excerpt: ...triumph. Take the old man away. Thorw. V I go: but my revenge Hangs, in its unseen might, godlike around you. Isbr. To work, my friends, to work! Each man his way. These present instants, cling to them; hold fast; And spring from this one to the next, still upwards. They're rungs of Jacob's heaven-scaling ladder: O stingy nature, To make me but one man! Had I but body For every several measure of thought and will, This night should see me world-crowned. Enter a messenger. What news bring'st thou? Messr. Friends of the governor hold the strongest tower, And shoot with death's own arrows. Isbr. Get thee back, And never let me hear thy voice again, Unless to say, " 'tis taken." Hark ye, sirrah; Wood in its walls, lead on its roof, the tower Cries, " Burn me! " Go and cut away the draw-bridge, And leave the quiet fire to himself: He knows his business. Exit messenger. Enter ZIBA armed. What with you? Ziba.-I'll answer, When one of us is undermost. _Isbr. Ha! Midnight, Can a slave fight? Ziba. None better. Come; we'll struggle, And roar, and dash, and tumble in our rage, As doth the long-jawed, piteous crocodile With the blood-howling hippopotamus, In quaking Nile. Isbr. Not quite so great; but rather, Like to a Hercules of crockery Slaying a Nemean lion of barley-sugar, On a twelfth cake. They fight: Ziba is disarmed. Now darest thou cry for mercy? Ziba. Never. Eternity! Come give me that, And I will thank thee. Isbr. Something like a man, And something like a fool. Thou'rt such a reptile, That I do like thee: pick up thy black life: I would not make my brother King and Fool, Friend Death, so poor a present. Hence! Exit Ziba. ' They're busy. 'Tis a hot hour, which Murder steals from Love, ...