BALAUSTION'S ADVENTURE.
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"Farewell!"And in the breath she passed away."Undone—me miserable!" moaned the king,While friends released the long-suspended sigh."Gone is she: no wife for Admetos more!"
Such was the signal: how the woe broke forth,Why tell?—or how the children's tears ran fastBidding their father note the eye-lids' stare,Hands' droop, each dreadful circumstance of death.
"Ay, she hears not, she sees not: I and you,’Tis plain, are stricken hard and have to bear!"Was all Admetos answered; for, I judge,He only now began to taste the truth:The thing done lay revealed, which undone thing,Rehearsed for fact by fancy, at the best,Never can equal. He had used himself
