A little blood could give them had they seen
That Caesar's self was wounded. Down he pressed
Deep in his soul the anguish, and, with mien,
No longer bent on fight, submissive cried,
"Spare me, ye citizens; remove the war
Far hence: no weapons now can haste my death;
Draw from my breast the darts, but add no more.
Yet raise me up to place me in the camp
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was the especial pride and joy of My Dear and Meriem. The
“On the fifth day,” he repeated. “That is the day
I have been of a great desire to meet you, and to thank
strong character and masterful ways, the position of authority
his boys had deserted, for a hunting party from the bungalow
of Colfax, until the watchers saw there, upon the brow
and upon the forehead of it she saw, in letters of dried
“He stands now within this palace and in his arms be
numbers. I never saw anything more obliging and humble
“Yes,” was the reply, “when this floor be ankle deep
in finding any place to pitch our tents, for it was spring-tide,
in not being of noble blood, no matter howsoever wickedly