Hurt that my heart does, the knowledge that I have killed you,
Cry that my eyes do for the blood I know I poured.
Oh Captain my captain, see what I have done you! 83 more words
“The personal inevitably trumps the political, and the erotic trumps all: We will remember that Cleopatra slept with Julius Caesar and Mark Antony long after we have forgotten what she accomplished in doing so, that she sustained a vast, rich, densely populated empire in its troubled twilight, in the name of a proud and cultivated dynasty.” 921 more words