Identifier: cleopatrabeingac00hagg (find matches)
Title: Cleopatra, being an account of the fall and vengeance of Harmachis, the royal Egyptian, as set forth by his own hand
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Haggard, H. Rider (Henry Rider), 1856-1925
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Publisher: London, Longmans, Green
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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and open these wonders tome, my servant, for I have little knowledge. Yet my heartis large, and I would fill it, for I have the wit, could I but findthe teacher. Thereon, being glad to find footing on a safer shore, andmarvelling somewhat to learn that Cleopatra had a place forlofty thoughts, I spoke and willingly told her such thingsas are lawful. I told her how the sky is a liquid mass press-ing round the earth and resting on the elastic pillars of theair, and how above is the heavenly ocean Nout, in which theplanets float like ships as they rush upon their radiant way.I told her many things, and amongst them how, through thecertain never-ceasing movement of the orbs of light, the planetVenus, that was called Donaou when she showed as the Morn-ing Star, became the planet Bonou when she came as the sweetStar of Eve. And while I stood and spoke watching thestars, she sat, ber hands clasped upon her knee, and watchedmy face. Mi ! she broke in ;if, Length, and so Venus is to be S< en
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And while I spoke, watching the stars, she sat and watched my face CLEOPATRA 127 both in the morning and the evening sky. Well, oi a truth,Bhe is everywhere, though she best loves the night. Butthou lovest not that I should use these Latin names to thee.Come, we will talk in the ancient tongue of Khem, which Iknow well ; I am the first, mark thou, of all the LagidaBwho know it. And now, she went on, speaking in my owntongue, but with a little foreign accent that did but make hertalk more sweet, enough of stars, for, when all is said, theyare but fickle things, and perhaps may even now be storingup an evil hour for thee or me, or for us both together. Notbut what I love to hear thee speak of them, for then thy faceloses that gloomy cloud of thought which mars it and growsquick and human. Harmachis, thou art too young for sucha solemn trade; methinks that I must find thee a better.Youth comes but once; why waste it in these musings ?It is time to think when we can no longer act. Tell me

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