Oh, wait awhile! my grave is very near!
Let Fate end that which Fate in me began!”
Such cruel, torturing, insulting words—
Lovely, yet pale as chiselled marble—she
In silence heard, and only wrung her hands.
What could she answer to such jealousy?
THE LANDLORD OF OLD TIMES.
(Loquitur.)
Before the Emancipation of the Serfs.
To whom I like I mercy show,