The romance of the forest, by the authoress of 'A Sicilian romance'.

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Page 41 - Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, — The seasons...
Page 190 - THOU, to whom the world unknown With all its shadowy shapes is shown ; Who see'st appall'd th' unreal scene, While Fancy lifts the veil between : Ah Fear ! Ah frantic Fear ! I see, I see thee near. I know thy hurried step, thy haggard eye ! Like thee I start, like thee disorder'd fly...
Page 19 - The thistle shook its lonely head ; the moss whistled to the wind." A Gothjc gate richly ornamented with fret-work, which opened into the main body of the edifice, but which was now obstructed with brushwood, remained entire. Above the vast and magnificent portal of this gate arose a window of the same order, whose pointed arches still exhibited fragments of stained glass, once the pride of monkish devotion. La Motte, thinking it possible it might yet shelter some human being, advanced to the gate,...
Page 109 - Upon Adeline, who was yet insensible, he gazed with an eager admiration, which seemed to absorb all the faculties of his mind. She was, indeed, an object not to be contemplated with indifference. Her beauty, touched with the languid delicacy of illness, gained from sentiment what it lost in bloom. The negligence of her dress, loosened for the purpose of freer respiration, discovered those glowing charms, which her auburn tresses, that fell in profusion over her bosom, shaded, but could not conceal.
Page 195 - The walls were painted in fresco, representing scenes from Ovid,* and hung above with silk drawn up in festoons and richly fringed. The sofas were of a silk to suit the hangings. From the centre of the ceiling, which exhibited a scene from the Armida of Tasso,* descended a silver lamp of Etruscan form:* it diffused a blaze of light, that, reflected from large pier glasses,* completely illuminated the saloon. Busts of Horace, Ovid, Anacreon, Tibullus, and Petronius Arbiter,* adorned the recesses,...
Page 202 - I watch the gay tints passing swift, And twilight veil the liquid plain. Then, when the breeze has sunk away, And ocean scarce is heard to lave, For me the sea-nymphs softly play Their dulcet shells beneath the wave. Their dulcet shells! I hear them now, Slow swells the strain upon mine ear; Now faintly falls— now warbles low, Till rapture melts into a tear. The ray that silvers o'er the dew, And trembles through the leafy shade, And tints the scene with softer hue, Calls me to rove the lonely...

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