I take a wolf's rib and whittleit sharp at both endsand coil it upand freeze it in blubber and place it outon the fairway of the bears.
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We are caught in the coil of a God's romances —We come from old worlds and we go afar:I have missed you again in the Earth's wild chances —Now to another star!Perhaps we are led and our loves are fated,And our steps are counted one by one;Perhaps we shall meet and our souls be mated,After the burnt-out sun.For over the world a dim hope hovers,The hope at the heart of all our songs —That the banded stars are in league with lovers,And fight against their wrongs.
edwin markhamTo sleep, perchance to dream! Aye, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil, must give us pause.
william shakespeareThou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lull'd by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiæ's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.
Percy Bysshe ShelleyI wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more tugging, & pain, & diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie.
edith whartonTo die, to sleep; to sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub, for in that sleep of death what dreams may come, when we have shuffled off this mortal coil."
william shakespeareThou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them.
Percy Bysshe Shelley