The isle of devils, a tale [in verse].

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Page 13 - Loathing its sight she melts to hear its cries, And while she yields the breast, averts her eyes. Not so the Daemon sire, the child he raised, He danced it, kissed it, nursed it, knelt and gazed, Till joyful tears gushed forth, and dimmed his sight ; Not Irza's self was viewed with more delight. He held it towards her; horror seemed to thrill Her frame — he sighed, and clasped it closer still ; Once, and...
Page 19 - Pray, mortals, pray, in sickness or in pain, Not long nor blest to live, but pure from stain. A life of pleasure, and a life of woe, When both are past, the difference who can show? But all can tell, how wide apart in price A life of virtue, and a life of vice.
Page 18 - he seemed to say with action wild, " Look, mother, look ! this babe is still your child. " With him as me, all social bonds you break...
Page 9 - I a form. Gigantic as the Palm — black as the storm ; All shagged with hair, wild, strange in shape and show, Towered on the loftiest cliff and gazed below. On her he gazed, and gazed, so fixed, so hard, Like knights of bronze some hero's tomb who guard ; Bright wreaths of scarlet plumes his temples...
Page 11 - Une only object chilled her heart with fear, Far off removed (but still alas too near). Scarce breathing lest a breath her sleep might break, There stood the Fiend and watched to see her wake ; In sooth, if credit outward show might crave, Than Irza ne'er had nymph an humbler slave. He watched her every glance ; her frown he fear'd, And if his pains to meet her wish appeared ; Those pains seemed all o'er paid, all cares appcas'd, And so she found but pleasure, he was pleas'il ; One power he claimed,...
Page 12 - ... unscathed : Not India's wealth could make a layman land. Here the girl is loved by the chief demon, who gives her not pig-nuts but gourds, but otherwise treats her much as Caliban promised to treat Stephano : He showed her living springs, and noontide shades, Spice-breathing groves, and flower-enamelled glades ; For her, he still selects the sweetest roots, The coolest waters, and the loveliest fruits : To deck her charms, the softest furs he brings, And plucks the plumage from Flamingo's wings....
Page 18 - ... wooed her to return. The Monks his suit disdain — the Bark recedes : More humbly now he kneels, more earnest pleads...

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