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The Angel of Death

Creator: Wallin, Johan Olof, 1779-1839
Translator: Almqvist, August W., 1839-
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ANGEL OF DEATH. [Illustration] Ye children, Adam's, of earth begotten, Who unto earth shall again return! You are my own: Be it not forgotten, I am the penalty sin did earn!... O man, time's guest! With my grasp, I reach thee, From east to west, And by voices, teach thee With scripture's word in the Master's name, From air and water and earth and flame. You build and dwell like the sparrows, building, In sunny summer, their fragile nest: Securely feeling, in shady shielding, They sing so joyful in happy rest; But sudden gust Of the tempest shatters The tiny crust Of their nest in tatters--
The Physiology of Marriage, Part 1

THE PHYSIOLOGY OF MARRIAGE FIRST PART BY HONORE DE BALZAC DEDICATION Notice the words: _The man of distinction to whom this book is dedicated_. Need I say: "You are that man."--THE AUTHOR. The woman who may be induced by the title of this book to open it, can save herself the trouble; she has already read the work without knowing it. A man, however malicious he may possibly be, can never say about a woman as much good or as much evil as they themselves think. If, in spite of this notice, a woman will persist in reading the volume, she ought to be prevented by
The merry song, heard so short before, With grief is silenced forevermore. Like pigeons, cooing in anxious calling, You sigh for morn, with to-day not through, When, unbethought, like a trap-door falling, The earth unlocketh itself for you-- You disappear Where no light is nearing-- Soon mem'ry dear Is no more endearing-- And new-lit moon, from its silvered sky, Again, sees others arrive and fly. In circling dances so lightly swinging You follow wildly amusement's thread, With myrtle blooming and music ringing ... But solemn I on the threshold tread:-- The dance is checked And the clang is wailing, The wreath is wrecked And the bride is paling: The end of splendor and joy and might Is only sorrow and tears and blight.