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...CURTAIN. " Between two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge ; How little do we know that which we are ! How less what we may be." BYRON. more we have met. Henry, the lover of my youth, now his Grace, the husband of another. Did I...

...One lengthened roll of blood and wrong and tears— One oil ward step of Truth from age to age." " The eternal surge Of Time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; and the old burst — new emerge. Lashed from the foaiii of ages ; \rhile the graves Of empires heave...

...page One lengthened roll of blood and wrong and One onward step of Truth from age to age." , pi| " The eternal surge Of Time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our babbles ; and the old burst — new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires...

...ago. Tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis !" " And I will answer you with a bit of Byron : — ' The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles.' " A nation's rights are not bubbles ! " the hardworking barrister replied, earnestly. " No," Everton...

...teins." Between two worlds life hovers like a star 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that which we are ! How less what wo may be ! The eternal surge Of time and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst,...

...tems." " Between two worlds life hovers like a star 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that which we are ! How less...Lash'd from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empire heave but like some passing waves." So writes Byron in the poem that contains perhaps his grandest...

...tems." " Between two worlds life hovers like a star 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge : How little do we know that which we are ! . . How...Lash'd from the foam of ages; while the graves Of empire heave but like some passing waves." So writes Byron in the poem that contains perhaps his grandest...

...LIFE. BETWEEN two worlds life hovers like a star, 'Twixt night and morn, upon the horizon's verge ; How little do we know that, which we are ! How less,...and tide rolls on, and bears afar Our bubbles ; as these burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages, while the graves Of empires heave but like some...

...a star 'Twiit night and morn upon the hozizon's verge ; How little do we know that which we are And less what we may be ! the eternal surge Of time and...bears afar Our bubbles ; as the old burst, new emerge, Lashed from the foam of ages ; while the graves Of empires heave but like some passing waves.'' " MOBAL...