Quote #87

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast.

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  1. The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like …
  2. And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword, Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
  3. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her…
  4. When all of genius which can perish dies.
  5. He left a corsair's name to other times, Linked with one virtue, and a thousand crimes.
  6. Folly loves the martyrdom of fame.
  7. No words suffice the secret soul to show, For truth denies all eloquence to woe.
  8. Who track the steps of glory to the grave.

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