human
O, there are many such. Would I had wit Their worth to sing! With that, she turned her feet,
gpt
I am tired now, said Gladys,
human
And, behold, A piteous sight--an old, blind, graybeard king Led by a fool with bells. Now this was loved Of the crowd below the hill; and when he called For his lost kingdom, and bewailed his age, And plained on his unkind daughters, they were known To say, that if the best of gold and gear Could have bought him back his kingdom, and made kind The hard hearts which had broken his erewhile, They would have gladly paid it from their store Many times over. What is done is done, No help. The ruined majesty passed on. And look you! one who met her as she walked Showed her a mountain nymph lovely as light Her name Oenone; and she mourned and mourned,
gpt
O Mother Ida,
human
I pray you, have you chanced to meet One Gabriel?