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Letters From Lord Essex To Queen Elizabeth.
THIRD LETTER , * " July 16 . ' IN your long trance , most dear and most admired Love , I must sometimes moane , look up , and speak , that your majesty may know , your servant lives . . I live , though sad in spirit unto death ; yet moane nott for impatience , as commonly sick men do . I look up to your raa-.
jesty , on earth , as my only physitian , yet look for no physic , till your majesty , in your deepest wisdom and gracious favour , shall think the crisis past , and the time fitt for cure .. I speak nott the wordes of my } ipps , but the wordes of my soul ; yet cannott utter that which most concerns me , and should give my full heart greatest ease . Therefore , I say to myselflstilllook downand be silent . Your majesty
ne-, y , , ver bury ed alive any creature of your favour , and hath past your princely word , that your correction is not intended for the mine of your majesty ' s humblest vassal ! , Pining , languishing , despairing , - " ' . S . X . ' .
The Dying Mira, A Fragment.
THE DYING MIRA , A FRAGMENT .
# # * # * T ^ OES that rose look so . gay , to mock my faded form ? -M * —d will turn me from its beauties , while it remains the symbol of what I once was—and tvait the hour of evening , when it will become the emblem of what I now am , The venerable oak , which stretches forth its hare limbs , whereon no verdure sprouts , and in whose rugged trunk vegetation has lost its sooths my wounded heart . But that tree was long the glory
powers , of the plain;—a whole age and more conducted it to a slow maturity , and a long course of years has g lided over its decay :-r-while I have scarce attained the hour ; of vernal bloom , when I feel my approaching end , and a moment beholds me perish . .. ' . - . But wherefore should I complain ?—My life has been without offence ; and that 1 die for love , cannot be imputed to me by the just
Being who gave me such a tender heart—and clothed celestial virtue in the form of Horatio . I love heaven in him—and am going to an eternal participation of it with him . —His form is mouldering away . —But what of that?— -. Our souls are-still united- ^ and my dust will soon mingle with his . —The cypress that rises beside his grave , will soon cast its shadow over
mine!—If his shade is suffered to haunt this lonely spot ,-=-if his immortal Spirit quits its immortal abode to hover over me-rlie will see the victim of his loss—nor will it disgrace even his celestial nature to feel the ' glory of the sacrifice . Ye ever hoiioured authors of my being—ye tender guardians of my
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Letters From Lord Essex To Queen Elizabeth.
THIRD LETTER , * " July 16 . ' IN your long trance , most dear and most admired Love , I must sometimes moane , look up , and speak , that your majesty may know , your servant lives . . I live , though sad in spirit unto death ; yet moane nott for impatience , as commonly sick men do . I look up to your raa-.
jesty , on earth , as my only physitian , yet look for no physic , till your majesty , in your deepest wisdom and gracious favour , shall think the crisis past , and the time fitt for cure .. I speak nott the wordes of my } ipps , but the wordes of my soul ; yet cannott utter that which most concerns me , and should give my full heart greatest ease . Therefore , I say to myselflstilllook downand be silent . Your majesty
ne-, y , , ver bury ed alive any creature of your favour , and hath past your princely word , that your correction is not intended for the mine of your majesty ' s humblest vassal ! , Pining , languishing , despairing , - " ' . S . X . ' .
The Dying Mira, A Fragment.
THE DYING MIRA , A FRAGMENT .
# # * # * T ^ OES that rose look so . gay , to mock my faded form ? -M * —d will turn me from its beauties , while it remains the symbol of what I once was—and tvait the hour of evening , when it will become the emblem of what I now am , The venerable oak , which stretches forth its hare limbs , whereon no verdure sprouts , and in whose rugged trunk vegetation has lost its sooths my wounded heart . But that tree was long the glory
powers , of the plain;—a whole age and more conducted it to a slow maturity , and a long course of years has g lided over its decay :-r-while I have scarce attained the hour ; of vernal bloom , when I feel my approaching end , and a moment beholds me perish . .. ' . - . But wherefore should I complain ?—My life has been without offence ; and that 1 die for love , cannot be imputed to me by the just
Being who gave me such a tender heart—and clothed celestial virtue in the form of Horatio . I love heaven in him—and am going to an eternal participation of it with him . —His form is mouldering away . —But what of that?— -. Our souls are-still united- ^ and my dust will soon mingle with his . —The cypress that rises beside his grave , will soon cast its shadow over
mine!—If his shade is suffered to haunt this lonely spot ,-=-if his immortal Spirit quits its immortal abode to hover over me-rlie will see the victim of his loss—nor will it disgrace even his celestial nature to feel the ' glory of the sacrifice . Ye ever hoiioured authors of my being—ye tender guardians of my