[Mardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. II (of 2) by Herman Melville]@TWC D-Link bookMardi: and A Voyage Thither, Vol. II (of 2) CHAPTER XXXVIII 3/3
May not his monody, then, be a spontaneous melody, that has been with us since Mardi began? What bard composed the soft verses that our palm boughs sing at even? Nay, Yoomy, that monody was not written by man." "Ah! Would that I had been the poet, Babbalanja; for then had I been famous indeed; those lines are chanted through all the isles, by prince and peasant.
Yes, Adondo's monody will pervade the ages, like the low under-tone you hear, when many singers do sing." "My lord, my lord," cried Babbalanja, "but this were to be truly immortal;--to be perpetuated in our works, and not in our names.
Let me, oh Oro! be anonymously known!".
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