Specimens of American Poetry; With Critical and Biographical Notices. in Three Volumes Volume 2

Specimens of American Poetry; With Critical and Biographical Notices. in Three Volumes Volume 2

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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. 1829 edition. Excerpt: ...fly, Her breath is quick and her heart beats high. Now the sky grew black, the winds blew loud, The lightning gleam'd on the dusky vale And thunder spoke from his deep-blue cloud--Up rose Syrenna, wild and pale, And shriek'd and fled through the stormy gale--But when she reach'd a lonely glade, Where wild-briars rude and thistles stood, A ghastly fiend her eyes survey'd! It beckon'd her to a gloomy wood--"T is my love!" she cried--and swift pursued. It led the maid to a cavern deep! But on the gulf the lightning glared, Before she took the fatal leap! The spectre laugh'd and disappear'd--But the Beushie's fatal scream she heard. And she heard, in her ear, a death-bell toll, And the raven croak on a blasted tree--The Lord have mercy on her soul! It was a piteous sight to see The sorrows of that sweet lady. And now a-down that dusky glen She saw, she chased the fell rush-light--It led her to a watery fen, Then shriek'd, and quench'd its taper bright--And all was horror, all was night. And now strange voices fill the air, And yells, and shouts both loud and long--Ah fly! ah fly! distracted fair, For fierce and fast the fiends come on, And see! grim phantoms round thee throng. Syrenna fled, in vain fled she; For the ghastly crew met her blasted view, And a black fiend spoke, and fierce spoke he, As his arms round her snow-white neck he threw, "We, lady fair! are the Elfin crew! "Thrice welcome to our merry glen! And thou shalt be our mistress bright, And dance with us on the quaking fen, To the rush-light's red and glimmering light, When tempests howl at dead of night." They grasp'd her hard by her tender hand, They dragg'd her away by her raven hair; Her shrieks were loud, but the ghastly band To a stormy heath led the lady...show more

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  • Paperback | 152 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 8mm | 286g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236611926
  • 9781236611925