| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 1510. The Fire i’ the Flint |
| | | By Lucy Robinson (Lucy Catlin Bull) |
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| THE SUDDEN thrust of speech is no mean test | |
| Of man or woman. Caesar, with his cry | |
| Of anguish,—Pilate, putting justice by,— | |
| Into three words a human soul compressed; | |
| Three broke from Galileo’s brooding breast; | 5 |
| And Desdemona, instant to reply | |
| “Nobody—I myself,” is by that lie | |
| In all her purity made manifest. | |
| But Tito, Tito, standing so secure,— | |
| Tito, the idol of the market-place, | 10 |
| Who muttering to himself, “Some madman, sure!” | |
| Could look his stricken father in the face, | |
| From a yet deeper well his falsehood drew, | |
| And lived more base than that young wife died true. | |
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