The Sunken Bell; A Fairy Play of Five Acts Volume 2616

The Sunken Bell; A Fairy Play of Five Acts Volume 2616

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1914 edition. Excerpt: ...that fills my heart. The Vicar. Do as you say. 'Twill not be the first time. You know me well. Heinrich. I know you. Yes. And though I knew you not, Yea, though a vulgar soul your face should hide, So boundless is my craving to do good, That I. Enough. Gold always will be gold. And even on the souls of sycophants Good seed's not wasted. The Vicar. Master, tell me this: What was the meaning of your curious oath? Heinrich. By Cock and Swan? The Vicar. Ay; and by Head of Horse? Heinrich. I know not how the words came to my lips... Methinks... the weathercock on your church steeple--The horse's head upon your neighbor's roof--The swan that soared into the bright blue sky--Or... something else--was in my mind just then. What does it matter?... Ah, here comes the wine. Now, in the deepest sense of every word, I drink to our good health... yours... thine... and mine. The Vicar. I thank you: and once more I wish good health To him who has so wondrously been healed. HEINRICH pacing to and fro. Yes. I am healed--indeed. I feel it here--Here, in my breast, that swells as I draw in Strength and new rapture with each living breath. It is as though the very youth of May Gladdened my heart and streamed into my being. I feel it in my arm--'tis hard as steel; And in my hand, that, as the eagle's claw, Clutches at empty air, and shuts again, Wild with impatience to achieve great deeds. Saw you the sanctuary in my garden? The Vicar. What do you mean? Heinrich. There!... Tis another marvel Look! The Vicar. I see nothing. Heinrich. I mean yonder tree, That seems so like a glowing evening-cloud. For the god Freyr once rested in its boughs. From its green branches, and from round its stem, Comes the voluptuous hum of countless bees--Hark how they buzz and more

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  • Paperback
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 95g
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236818601
  • 9781236818607