A Bridal Song
1. The golden gates of Sleep unbar Where Strength and Beauty, met together, Kindle their image like a star In a sea of glassy weather! Night, with all thy stars look down,— Darkness, weep thy holiest dew,— Never smiled the inconstant moon On a pair so true. Let eyes not see their own delight;— Haste, swift Hour, and thy flight Oft renew. 2. Fairies, sprites, and angels, keep her! Holy stars, permit no wrong! And return to wake the sleeper, Dawn,—ere it be long! O joy! O fear! what will be done In the absence of the sun! Come along!
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" Iemand die liegt is zich niet van bewust van de grote taak die hij op zich neemt, want het vereist nog twintig leugens om de eerste in stand te houden.
He who tells a lie, is not sensible how great a task he undertakes. For he must be forced to invent twenty more to maintain that one.
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