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His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted read more
His fair large front and eye sublime declared
Absolute rule; and hyacinthine locks
Round from his parted forelock manly hung
Clustering but not beneath his shoulders broad.
To know how to dissemble is the knowledge of kings.
[Fr., Savoir dissimuler est le savoir des rois.]
To know how to dissemble is the knowledge of kings.
[Fr., Savoir dissimuler est le savoir des rois.]
The court is like a palace built of marble; I mean that it is
made up of very hard read more
The court is like a palace built of marble; I mean that it is
made up of very hard but very polished people.
[Fr., La cour est comme un edifice bati de marbre; je veux dire
qu'elle est composee d'hommes fort durs mais fort polis.]
Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men
claiming and bearing them.
Titles are abolished; and the American Republic swarms with men
claiming and bearing them.
I'd like to be a queen in people's hearts but I don't see myself
being Queen of this country.
I'd like to be a queen in people's hearts but I don't see myself
being Queen of this country.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
'Tis a very fine thing to be father-in-law
To a very magnificent three-tailed bashaw.
'Tis a very fine thing to be father-in-law
To a very magnificent three-tailed bashaw.
For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings!
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For God's sake let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings!
How some have been deposed, some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed,
Some poisoned by their wives, some sleeping killed--
All murdered; for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court; and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp;
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be feared, and kill with looks;
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life
Were brass impregnable; and humored thus,
Comes at the last, and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!
Cover your heads, and mock not flesh and blood
With solemn reverence, Throw away respect,
Tradition, form, and ceremonious duty;
For you have but mistook me all this while.
I live with bread like you, feel want, taste grief,
Need friends. Subjected thus,
