but Milton, before him, had written—
“At whose sight all the stars
Hide their diminish’d heads.”
Schiller’s “Thekla” warbles melodiously her melancholy assurance—
“Ich habe gelibt und geliebet;”
and Byron’s “Sardanapalus,” equally used up, mutters with a faint sigh the same words—
“I have lived and loved.”
We all know who tells us that
“Gospel light first beam’d from Boleyn’s eyes;”
and Horace Walpole harped on the same tune, when he said—