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Page viii - Cumberland. Since the latter date my poetic powers have been, till very lately, in a state of suspended animation. But as, in my very first conception of the tale, I had the whole present to my mind with the wholeness no less than with the liveliness of a vision, I trust that I shall be able to embody in verse the three parts yet to come in the course of the present year.
Page 173 - I scarce would wonder, if a godless man (I name not him whose hope is heavenward), A man whom lying vanities hath scath'd And harden'd from all fear, — if such an one By this tyrannical Argus goaded on, • Were to be wearied of his very life, And daily, hourly foiled in social converse, By the slow simmering of disappointment, Become a sour'd and apathetic being, Were to feel rapture at the approach of death, And long for his dark hope, — annihilation.
Page 5 - Tis fifty years ago to-day Since in disdain and passion they Had flung each other's love away With words of insult high ; How had they long'd and pray"d to meet ! But memories cling ; and pride is sweet ; And — which could be the first to greet The haply scornful other ? What if De Vaux were haughty still, — Or Leoline's unbridled will Consented not his rankling ill In charity to smother ? Their knees give way, their faces are pale, And loudly beneath the corslets of mail, Their aged hearts in...
Page 60 - Eyxa the hag is the Witch's mother — by 'whom the deponent saith not — and undertakes to clothe her 'with all beauty — in the shape of Geraldine — that she may win the love of the Lady Christabel's betrothed knight, and enjoy his embraces — only that " Still thy bosom and half thy side Must shrivel and sink at eventide, And still, as every Sabbath breaks, Thy large dark eyes must blink as a snake's.