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. 1837 edition. Excerpt: ... THE PILGRIMAGE, A DRAMA, BY DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE. Scene--a Wood. Enter Florus, (thuring's younger Son.) Forth wandering with thee, rich light of morning, That now, in glory, o'er the wood of firs Dost rise, and brighten into living gold, The vaporous clouds, I tread again this loved And lonely valley- ...
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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. 1837 edition. Excerpt: ... THE PILGRIMAGE, A DRAMA, BY DE LA MOTTE FOUQUE. Scene--a Wood. Enter Florus, (thuring's younger Son.) Forth wandering with thee, rich light of morning, That now, in glory, o'er the wood of firs Dost rise, and brighten into living gold, The vaporous clouds, I tread again this loved And lonely valley--Sweet, secluded haunt, Which none intrudes on!--My sick father still For the purpose of introducing the scenes translated from this drama, it is necessary to state, that Thurino, an old knight, fearing the approach of death, and suffering from the accusations of conscience, thinks that his only chance of salvation depends on the performance of a pilgrimage to the Holy Sepulchre. The journey presenting too many difficulties to himself in his infirm state of health, he wishes to transfer it to one of his two sons. Is slumbering, --fearful Dreams stand round his bed, Disquieting his rest, and torturing me, Each night the witness of his agonies.--But every creature has its load to bear, And every creature has its source of comfort--The bee, who revels here 'mong perfumed flowers, Voluptuously, will soon, fatigued, return, A burthened labourer, to her fragrant cell.--Why, Florus, why complain then of thy task? Thou hast, like them, thy spring of consolation--Enjoyments, that refresh thy languid spirit In the blest hours of silent dewy morn. Now, Master deeply loved, ah, linger not. Looks round in expectation. The castle's far away, --the hour at hand That wakes my father from his spectral dreams.--Ah, Master! thou whose dear society Restores, re-animates me, linger not. How make thee hear me?--should I sing thy song, The fearful ballad of " the Guest betrayed" Then would'st thou come, perhaps, but come in anger--Displeased with him, who ventured to...
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