Romantic Tales, Band 1

D.N. Shury, 1808 - 12 Seiten

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Seite 62 - O my soul, come not thou into their secret; unto their assembly, mine honour, be not thou united ! for in their anger they slew a man, and in their self-will they digged down a wall. Cursed be their anger, for it was fierce; and their wrath, for it was cruel: I will divide them in Jacob, and scatter them in Israel.
Seite 191 - Nor fix'd on you alone ? And can you rend, by doubting still, A heart so much your own ? To you my soul's affections move Devoutly, warmly true ; My life has been a task of love, One long, long thought of you.
Seite xii - ... of a crescent : by the western termination of which are three natural stone pyramids of a considerable height, and by the eastern one an opening in the rocks made by the sea, under a frightful precipice, called Rumble Churn, from the breaking of the waves in tempestuous weather and high seas. Above this is the main entrance, and by it the ruin of the chapel : at the southwest corner is the draw-well, partly filled up. It is built with rag and whinstone.
Seite 298 - And now at the top the wanderers stop A brazen gate before Of massive make ; and a living snake Was the bolt, which held the door. In many a fold round the staple 'twas rolled ; With venom its jaws ran o'er ; And that juice of hell, where-ever it fell, To a cinder burned the floor. When the monster beheld Sir Guy, he swelled...
Seite 299 - ... Till on either side the valves yawn wide, And in the wanderers go. 'Twas a spacious hall, whose sides were all With sable hangings dight ; And whose echoing floor was diamonded o'er With marble black and white ; And of marble black as the raven's back A hundred steeds stood round ; And of marble white by each a knight Lay sleeping on the ground ; And a hundred shafts of laboured bronze The fretted roof upheld ; And the ponderous gloom of that vaulted room A hundred lights dispelled ; And a dead...
Seite 21 - With involuntary horror the friars started back, and then as if changed to stone by a Gorgon's head, they remained gazing upon the dreadful countenance, which presented itself before them. Count Rudiger's stature was colossal; the grave in which he stood, scarcely rose above his knees. His eyes blazed; his mouth foamed; his coal-black hair stood erect, in which he twisted his hands, and tearing out whole handsful by the roots, he strewed them on the coffin, which stood beside his feet. "Right! right!
Seite 83 - Osbright's prudence forbade his taking so dangerous a step, especially when the discourse of his mistress convinced him how deeply engraved, and how odious in their nature, were the prejudices attached to the name of Frankheim in the minds of the inmates of Orrenberg. Educated himself at the court of Bamberg, his heart was untainted by the gloomy mistrust which (with the solitary exception of Magdalena) he found prevailing throughout his father's domains...
Seite 293 - Save a lonely yew, whose branches threw Their baleful shade around. Loud was the roar on that sounding shore ; Yet still could the Knight discern, Louder than all, the swell and the fall Of the bellowing Rumble Churn ! With strange turmoil did it bubble and boil, And echo from place to place ; So strong was its dash, and so high did it splash, That it washed the castle's base : The spray, as it broke, appeared like smoke From a sea-volcano pouring ; And still did it rumble, and grumble, and tumble,...
Seite 294 - ... and the rain, That he there should find some refuge kind, But he sought it long in vain : For fast and hard each portal was barred, And against his efforts proof; Till at length he espied a porch spread wide The shelter of its roof. — " Gramercy, St. George !" quoth glad Sir Guy, And sought the porch with speed ; And fast to the yew, which near it grew, He bound his Barbary steed. And safety found on that sheltered ground From the sky's increasing gloom, From his brow he took his casque, and...
Seite 306 - For never he knows one hour's repose From his wish to find the dame ; But still he seeks, and aye he seeks, And seeks, and seeks in vain ; And still he repeats to all he meets, — " Could I find the sword again /— " * Which words he follows with a groan, As if his heart would break ; And oh ! that groan has so strange a tone, It makes all hearers quake ! The villagers round know well its sound. And when they hear it poured, — " Hark ! hark !" they cry; " the Seeker Guy Groans for the Wizard's...

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