The Night Before the Bridal, a Spanish Tale; Sappho, a Dramatic Sketch and Other Poems

The Night Before the Bridal, a Spanish Tale; Sappho, a Dramatic Sketch and Other Poems

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1824 edition. Excerpt: mar those rites, and slay us both: "But one hope linger'd yet, --he might relent, "And with that hope, to meet him there I went. "Father, he spurn'd me!--frantic as I was, "And kneeling at his feet, the sole loved cause "Of all my anguish. Then I deem'd I could "See him die inch by inch; and that his blood, "Ebbing away thus, could not change my mood. "I raised my hand with the intent to kill; "But when I look'd upon his countenance, "Love, in my bosom, reign'd all-powerful still; "My fearful purpose was subdued at once: H 'And at his feet, ay, even at his feet--down, 'Powerless I fell, in long--long--deathlike swoon! 'I knew no more, --nor know I yet, --for when 'I waken'd from that stupor, he was gone. 'I know not how he fell; but this I know, I would have died to shield him from the blow; 'So all-engrossing was that love of mine. 'But it is past--and I must meet death now; 'Nor do I shrink--nor does my heart repine; What am I?--High Heaven!--branded and accurst! If the axe spared me--would my heart not burst? Where could I hide me?--all mankind revile And turn from me as from a thing most vile. The holy sanctuary opes for me no more, As it hath done, its once protecting door. Where could I hide me?--in some desert cave, Like maniac scoop, day after day, my grave; And lay me down there, brain-struck, until death, Hardly less spectral, slopp'd my icy breath. No--from the bloody scaffold, --even from there Death looks less frightful, and the grave more fair. The world will load and stigmatize my fame, It matters not, --1 shall not feel the shame; There breathes not now another of my name, "To bear my guilt or curjse my memory: "In me the last of Miguel's race will die. "But thus...
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  • Paperback | 50 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 109g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236584120
  • 9781236584120