Basse-Terre quotes

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I have met with but one or two persons in the course of my life who understood the art of Walking, that is, of taking walks,--who ...
Bid her paint till day of doom,
To this favour she must come.
Know from this the world's a snare,
How that greatness is but care,
Here the bones of birth have cried,
'Though Gods they were, as men they died'.
this scythe that mows down kings
Exempts no meaner mortal things.
Mortality, behold, and fear,
What a change of flesh is here!
Where from their pulpits sealed with dust
They preach: 'In greatness is no trust'.
I tried to peg out soldierly,--no use!
One dies of war like any old disease.
Dead men may envy living mites in cheese,
Or good germs even. Microbes have their joys,
My soul's a little grief, grappling your chest,
To climb your throat on sobs; easily chased
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