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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">I</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>How doth the little busy bee</span><br/>
<span>Improve each shining hour,</span><br/>
<span>And gather honey all the day,</span><br/>
<span>How doth the little busy bee</span>
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<span>Improve each shining hour,</span>
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<span>And gather honey all the day,</span>
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<span>From every opening flower.</span>
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<cite>Watt' Hymns for Children</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XIII</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Hearest thou voices on the shore</span><br/>
<span>That our ears perceive no more,</span><br/>
<span>Hearest thou voices on the shore</span>
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<span>That our ears perceive no more,</span>
<br/>
<span>Deafened by the cataract's roar?</span>
</p>
<p>
<span>Bear, through sorrow, wrong, and ruth,</span><br/>
<span>In thy heart the dew of youth,</span><br/>
<span>Bear, through sorrow, wrong, and ruth,</span>
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<span>In thy heart the dew of youth,</span>
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<span>On thy lips the smile of truth.</span>
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<cite>Longfellow</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XIV</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Bow down in their worship, and loudly pray;</span><br/>
<span>Trust in your strength, and believe in your dreams,</span><br/>
<span>Hope in your mountains, and hope in your streams,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Bow down in their worship, and loudly pray;</span>
<br/>
<span>Trust in your strength, and believe in your dreams,</span>
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<span class="i1">But the wind shall carry them all away.</span>
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<cite>Brainard</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XV</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>None knows his lineage, age, or name;</span><br/>
<span>His looks are like the snows of Caucasus; his eyes</span><br/>
<span>Beam with the wisdom of collected ages</span><br/>
<span>In green, unbroken years he sees, 'tis said,</span><br/>
<span>The generations pass like autumn fruits,</span><br/>
<span>Garner'd, consumed, and springing fresh to life,</span><br/>
<span>None knows his lineage, age, or name;</span>
<br/>
<span>His looks are like the snows of Caucasus; his eyes</span>
<br/>
<span>Beam with the wisdom of collected ages</span>
<br/>
<span>In green, unbroken years he sees, 'tis said,</span>
<br/>
<span>The generations pass like autumn fruits,</span>
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<span>Garner'd, consumed, and springing fresh to life,</span>
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<span>Again to perish⁠—</span>
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<cite>Hillhouse</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XVI</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>The raptures of a conqueror's mood</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Rushed burning through his frame;</span><br/>
<span>The depths of that green solitude</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Its torrents could not tame,</span><br/>
<span>Though stillness lay, with eve's last smile,</span><br/>
<span>The raptures of a conqueror's mood</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Rushed burning through his frame;</span>
<br/>
<span>The depths of that green solitude</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Its torrents could not tame,</span>
<br/>
<span>Though stillness lay, with eve's last smile,</span>
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<span class="i1">Round those far fountains of the Nile.</span>
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<cite>Mrs. Hemans</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XVII</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Who will believe that, with a smile whose blessing</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Would, like the patriarch's, soothe a dying hour;</span><br/>
<span>With voice as low, as gentle, and caressing</span><br/>
<span>Who will believe that, with a smile whose blessing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Would, like the patriarch's, soothe a dying hour;</span>
<br/>
<span>With voice as low, as gentle, and caressing</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">As e'er won maiden's lips in moonlight bower;</span>
</p>
<p>
<span>With look like patient Job's, eschewing evil;</span><br/>
<span class="i1">With motions graceful as the birds in air;</span><br/>
<span>Thou art, in sober truth, the veriest devil</span><br/>
<span>With look like patient Job's, eschewing evil;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">With motions graceful as the birds in air;</span>
<br/>
<span>Thou art, in sober truth, the veriest devil</span>
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<span class="i1">That e'er clinched fingers in a captive's hair?</span>
</p>
<cite>Halleck's <i>Red Jacket</i></cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XVIII</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Nearer the mount stood Moses; in his hand</span><br/>
<span>The rod which blasted with strange plagues the realm</span><br/>
<span>Of Misraim, and from its time-worn channels</span><br/>
<span>Upturned the Arabian sea. Fair was his broad</span><br/>
<span>High front, and forth from his soul-piercing eye</span><br/>
<span>Did legislation look; which full he fixed</span><br/>
<span>Nearer the mount stood Moses; in his hand</span>
<br/>
<span>The rod which blasted with strange plagues the realm</span>
<br/>
<span>Of Misraim, and from its time-worn channels</span>
<br/>
<span>Upturned the Arabian sea. Fair was his broad</span>
<br/>
<span>High front, and forth from his soul-piercing eye</span>
<br/>
<span>Did legislation look; which full he fixed</span>
<br/>
<span>Upon the blazing panoply undazzled.</span>
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<cite>Hillhouse</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XIX</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>And stretching out, on either hand,</span><br/>
<span>O'er all that wide and unshorn land,</span><br/>
<span>Till weary of its gorgeousness,</span><br/>
<span>The aching and the dazzled eye</span><br/>
<span>And stretching out, on either hand,</span>
<br/>
<span>O'er all that wide and unshorn land,</span>
<br/>
<span>Till weary of its gorgeousness,</span>
<br/>
<span>The aching and the dazzled eye</span>
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<span>Rests, gladdened, on the calm, blue sky.</span>
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<cite>Whittier</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">II</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>How skilfully it builds its cell,</span><br/>
<span>How neat it spreads the wax,</span><br/>
<span>And labors hard to store it well,</span><br/>
<span>How skilfully it builds its cell,</span>
<br/>
<span>How neat it spreads the wax,</span>
<br/>
<span>And labors hard to store it well,</span>
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<span>With the sweet food it makes.</span>
</p>
<cite>Watt' Hymns for Children</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XX</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span class="i2">—Therefore, go with me;</span><br/>
<span>I'll give the fairies to attend on thee;</span><br/>
<span>And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep</span><br/>
<span>⁠—Peas-blossom! cobweb! moth! and mustard-seed!</span><br/>
<span class="i2">—Therefore, go with me;</span>
<br/>
<span>I'll give the fairies to attend on thee;</span>
<br/>
<span>And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep</span>
<br/>
<span>⁠—Peas-blossom! cobweb! moth! and mustard-seed!</span>
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</p>
<cite>Midsummer-Night's Dream</cite>
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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXI</h2>
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<span>She was an only child⁠—her name Ginevra,</span><br/>
<span>The joy, the pride of an indulgent father;</span><br/>
<span>And in her fifteenth year became a bride,</span><br/>
<span>Marrying an only son, Francesco Dona,</span><br/>
<span>She was an only child⁠—her name Ginevra,</span>
<br/>
<span>The joy, the pride of an indulgent father;</span>
<br/>
<span>And in her fifteenth year became a bride,</span>
<br/>
<span>Marrying an only son, Francesco Dona,</span>
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<span>Her playmate from her birth, and her first love.</span>
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<cite>Rogers</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXII</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>No shrift the gloomy savage brooks,</span><br/>
<span>As scowling on the priest he looks;</span><br/>
<span><i>Cowesass⁠—cowesass⁠—tawkich wessasseen?</i></span><br/>
<span>Let my father look on Bornazeen⁠</span><br/>
<span>My father's heart is the heart of a squaw,</span><br/>
<span>No shrift the gloomy savage brooks,</span>
<br/>
<span>As scowling on the priest he looks;</span>
<br/>
<span>
<i>Cowesass⁠—cowesass⁠—tawkich wessasseen?</i>
</span>
<br/>
<span>Let my father look on Bornazeen⁠</span>
<br/>
<span>My father's heart is the heart of a squaw,</span>
<br/>
<span>But mine is so hard that it does not thaw.</span>
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<cite>Whittier</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXIII</h2>
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<p>
<span>Why is that graceful female here</span><br/>
<span>With yon red hunter of the deer?</span><br/>
<span>Of gentle mien and shape, she seems</span><br/>
<span class="i1">For civil halls design'd;</span><br/>
<span>Yet with the stately savage walks,</span><br/>
<span>Why is that graceful female here</span>
<br/>
<span>With yon red hunter of the deer?</span>
<br/>
<span>Of gentle mien and shape, she seems</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">For civil halls design'd;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet with the stately savage walks,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">As she were of his kind.</span>
</p>
<cite>Pinkney</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXIV</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>For thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come,</span><br/>
<span>O Holiest! to this world of sin and gloom,</span><br/>
<span>Not in thy dread omnipotent array;</span><br/>
<span class="i1">And not by thunders strewed</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Was thy tempestuous road,</span><br/>
<span>Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way.</span><br/>
<span class="i1">But thee, a soft and naked child,</span><br/>
<span class="i2">Thy mother undefiled,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">In the rude manger laid to rest</span><br/>
<span>For thou wert born of woman! Thou didst come,</span>
<br/>
<span>O Holiest! to this world of sin and gloom,</span>
<br/>
<span>Not in thy dread omnipotent array;</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">And not by thunders strewed</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Was thy tempestuous road,</span>
<br/>
<span>Nor indignation burnt before thee on thy way.</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">But thee, a soft and naked child,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Thy mother undefiled,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">In the rude manger laid to rest</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">From off her virgin breast.</span>
</p>
</blockquote>
</header>
<p>The blood of the bee-hunter curdled in his veins as he listened to Peter’s business-like and direct manner of treating this terrible subject. Putting the most favorable view on his situation, it was frightful to look on. Admitting that this fanatical savage were sincere in all his professions of a wish to save him and Margery, and le Bourdon did not, nay, COULD not doubt this, after his calm but ferocious revelations; but, admitting all this to be true, how was he to escape with his charming bride, environed as they were by so large a band of hostile Indians? Then the thought of abandoning his other companions, and attempting, in cold selfishness, to escape with Margery alone, was more than he could bear. Never before, in his adventurous and bold life, had le Bourdon been so profoundly impressed with a sense of his danger, or so much overcome.</p>
<p>Still, our hero was not unmanned. He saw all the hazards, as it were, at a glance, and felt how terrible might be the result should they really fall into the hands of the warriors, excited to exercise their ingenuity in devising the means of torture; and he gazed into the frightful perspective with a manly steadiness that did him credit, even while he sickened at the prospect.</p>
<p>Peter had told his story in a way to add to its horrible character. There was a manner of truth, of directness, of WORK, if one may use such an expression on such a subject, that gave a graphic reality to all he said. As if his task was done, the mysterious chief now coolly arose, and moved away to a little grove, in which the missionary and the corporal had thrown themselves on the grass, where they lay speculating on the probable course that the bands in their neighborhood would next pursue. So thoroughly possessed was the clergyman with his one idea, however, that he was expressing regret at his failure in the attempt to convince the savages that they were Jews, when Peter joined them.</p>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXV</h2>
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<span>Brutal alike in deed and word,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">With callous heart and hand of strife.</span><br/>
<span>How like a fiend may man be made,</span><br/>
<span>Plying the foul and monstrous trade</span><br/>
<span>Brutal alike in deed and word,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">With callous heart and hand of strife.</span>
<br/>
<span>How like a fiend may man be made,</span>
<br/>
<span>Plying the foul and monstrous trade</span>
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<span class="i1">Whose harvest-field is human life.</span>
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<cite>Whittier</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXVI</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>"Behold, O Lord! the heathen tread</span><br/>
<span class="i1">The branches of thy fruitful vine,</span><br/>
<span>That its luxurious tendrils spread</span><br/>
<span class="i1">O'er all the hills of Palestine.</span><br/>
<span>And now the wild boar comes to waste</span><br/>
<span>Even us, the greenest boughs and last.</span><br/>
<span>That, drinking of its choicest dew,</span><br/>
<span>"Behold, O Lord! the heathen tread</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">The branches of thy fruitful vine,</span>
<br/>
<span>That its luxurious tendrils spread</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">O'er all the hills of Palestine.</span>
<br/>
<span>And now the wild boar comes to waste</span>
<br/>
<span>Even us, the greenest boughs and last.</span>
<br/>
<span>That, drinking of its choicest dew,</span>
<br/>
<span>On Zion's hill in beauty grew."</span>
</p>
<cite>Milman</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXVII</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>"Thou to whom every faun and satyr flies</span><br/>
<span>For willing service; whether to surprise</span><br/>
<span>The squatted hare, while in half sleeping fits,</span><br/>
<span>Or upward ragged precipices flit</span><br/>
<span>To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw;</span><br/>
<span>Or by mysterious enticement draw</span><br/>
<span>Bewildered shepherds to their path again;⁠"</span><br/>
<span>"Thou to whom every faun and satyr flies</span>
<br/>
<span>For willing service; whether to surprise</span>
<br/>
<span>The squatted hare, while in half sleeping fits,</span>
<br/>
<span>Or upward ragged precipices flit</span>
<br/>
<span>To save poor lambkins from the eagle's maw;</span>
<br/>
<span>Or by mysterious enticement draw</span>
<br/>
<span>Bewildered shepherds to their path again;⁠"</span>
<br/>
</p>
<cite>Keats</cite>
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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXVIII</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>Yes! we have need to bid our hopes repose</span><br/>
<span>On some protecting influence; here confined</span><br/>
<span>Life hath no healing balm for mental woes;</span><br/>
<span>Earth is too narrow for the immortal mind.</span><br/>
<span>Our spirits burn to mingle with the day,</span><br/>
<span>As exiles panting for their native coast;</span><br/>
<span>Yet lured by every wild-flower from their way,</span><br/>
<span>And shrinking from the gulf that must be crossed.</span><br/>
<span>Death hovers round us⁠—in the zephyr's sigh</span><br/>
<span>Yes! we have need to bid our hopes repose</span>
<br/>
<span>On some protecting influence; here confined</span>
<br/>
<span>Life hath no healing balm for mental woes;</span>
<br/>
<span>Earth is too narrow for the immortal mind.</span>
<br/>
<span>Our spirits burn to mingle with the day,</span>
<br/>
<span>As exiles panting for their native coast;</span>
<br/>
<span>Yet lured by every wild-flower from their way,</span>
<br/>
<span>And shrinking from the gulf that must be crossed.</span>
<br/>
<span>Death hovers round us⁠—in the zephyr's sigh</span>
<br/>
<span>As in the storm he comes⁠—and lo! Eternity!</span>
</p>
<cite>Mrs. Hemans</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXIX</h2>
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<p>
<span>For an Indian isle she shapes her way</span><br/>
<span>With constant mind both night and day:</span><br/>
<span>She seems to hold her home in view</span><br/>
<span>And sails as if the path she knew,</span><br/>
<span>So calm and stately in her motion</span><br/>
<span>For an Indian isle she shapes her way</span>
<br/>
<span>With constant mind both night and day:</span>
<br/>
<span>She seems to hold her home in view</span>
<br/>
<span>And sails as if the path she knew,</span>
<br/>
<span>So calm and stately in her motion</span>
<br/>
<span>Across the unfathomed, trackless ocean.</span>
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<cite>Wilson</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">III</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>—Ho! who's here?</span><br/>
<span>If anything that's civil, speak; if savage,</span><br/>
<span>—Ho! who's here?</span>
<br/>
<span>If anything that's civil, speak; if savage,</span>
<br/>
<span>Take, or lend⁠—</span>
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<cite>Cymbeline</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">XXX</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span class="i2">Come to the land of peace!</span><br/>
<span>Come where the tempest hath no longer sway,</span><br/>
<span>The shadow passes from the soul away⁠</span><br/>
<span class="i2">Come to the land of peace!</span>
<br/>
<span>Come where the tempest hath no longer sway,</span>
<br/>
<span>The shadow passes from the soul away⁠</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">The sounds of weeping cease.</span>
</p>
<p>
<span class="i2">Fear hath no dwelling there!</span><br/>
<span>Come to the mingling⁠—of repose and love,</span><br/>
<span>Breathed by the silent spirit of the dove,</span><br/>
<span class="i2">Fear hath no dwelling there!</span>
<br/>
<span>Come to the mingling⁠—of repose and love,</span>
<br/>
<span>Breathed by the silent spirit of the dove,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i2">Through the celestial air.</span>
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<cite>Mrs. Hemans</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">IV</h2>
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<p>
<span class="i2">The sad butterfly,</span><br/>
<span>Waving his lackered wings, darts quickly on,</span><br/>
<span>And, by his free flight, counsels us to speed</span><br/>
<span>For better lodgings, and a scene more sweet,</span><br/>
<span class="i2">The sad butterfly,</span>
<br/>
<span>Waving his lackered wings, darts quickly on,</span>
<br/>
<span>And, by his free flight, counsels us to speed</span>
<br/>
<span>For better lodgings, and a scene more sweet,</span>
<br/>
<span>Than these dear borders offer us to-night.</span>
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<cite>Simms</cite>

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<h2 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">V</h2>
<blockquote epub:type="epigraph z3998:verse">
<p>
<span>He was a wight of high renown,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">And thou art but of low degree;</span><br/>
<span>'Tis pride that pulls the country down⁠—</span><br/>
<span>He was a wight of high renown,</span>
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<span class="i1">And thou art but of low degree;</span>
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<span>'Tis pride that pulls the country down⁠—</span>
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<span class="i1">Then take thine auld cloak about thee.</span>
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<cite>Shakespeare</cite>

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<span>And long shall timorous fancy see</span><br/>
<span class="i1">The painted chief and pointed spear;</span><br/>
<span>And reason's self shall bow the knee</span><br/>
<span>And long shall timorous fancy see</span>
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<span class="i1">The painted chief and pointed spear;</span>
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<span>And reason's self shall bow the knee</span>
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<span class="i1">To shadows and delusions here.</span>
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<cite>Freneau</cite>

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<span>We call them savage⁠oh, be just!</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Their outraged feelings scan;</span><br/>
<span>A voice comes forth, 'tis from the dust⁠</span><br/>
<span>We call them savage⁠oh, be just!</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">Their outraged feelings scan;</span>
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<span>A voice comes forth, 'tis from the dust⁠</span>
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<span class="i1">The savage was a man!</span>
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<cite>Sprague</cite>

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<span>The elfin cast a glance around,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">As he lighted down from his courser toad,</span><br/>
<span>Then round his breast his wings he wound,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">And close to the river's brink he strode;</span><br/>
<span>He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer,</span><br/>
<span class="i1">Above his head his arm he threw,</span><br/>
<span>Then tossed a tiny curve in air,</span><br/>
<span>The elfin cast a glance around,</span>
<br/>
<span class="i1">As he lighted down from his courser toad,</span>
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<span>Then round his breast his wings he wound,</span>
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<span class="i1">And close to the river's brink he strode;</span>
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<span>He sprang on a rock, he breathed a prayer,</span>
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<span class="i1">Above his head his arm he threw,</span>
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<span>Then tossed a tiny curve in air,</span>
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<span class="i1">And headlong plunged in the water blue.</span>
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<cite>Drake</cite>

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<span>He turned him round, and fled amain</span><br/>
<span>With hurry and dash to the beach again;</span><br/>
<span>He twisted over from side to side,</span><br/>
<span>And laid his cheek to the cleaving tide;</span><br/>
<span>The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet,</span><br/>
<span>And with all his might he flings his feet,</span><br/>
<span>But the water-sprites are round him still,</span><br/>
<span>He turned him round, and fled amain</span>
<br/>
<span>With hurry and dash to the beach again;</span>
<br/>
<span>He twisted over from side to side,</span>
<br/>
<span>And laid his cheek to the cleaving tide;</span>
<br/>
<span>The strokes of his plunging arms are fleet,</span>
<br/>
<span>And with all his might he flings his feet,</span>
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<span>But the water-sprites are round him still,</span>
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<span>To cross his path and work him ill.</span>
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<cite>The Culprit Fay</cite>