The Dream of Eugene AramJ.M. Dent & Company, 1902 - 22 pāgines |
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Pāgina 9 - And, long since then, of bloody men, Whose deeds tradition saves; Of lonely folk cut off unseen, And hid in sudden graves; Of horrid stabs, in groves forlorn, And murders done in caves; And how the sprites of injured men Shriek upward from the sod...
Pāgina 17 - And now from forth the frowning sky, From the heaven's topmost height, I heard a voice — the awful voice Of the blood-avenging Sprite : ' Thou guilty man ! take up thy dead, And hide it from my sight...
Pāgina 23 - Then down I cast me on my face, And first began to weep, For I knew my secret then was one That earth refused to keep ; Or land or sea, though he should be Ten thousand fathoms deep. " So wills the fierce avenging sprite, Till blood for blood atones — Ay, though he's buried in a cave, And trodden down with stones, And years have rotted off his flesh — The world shall see his bones.
Pāgina 12 - I know, for truth, their pangs must be extreme, — Woe, woe, unutterable woe — who spill life's sacred stream ! For why ? Methought, last night, I wrought a murder in a dream ! One that had never done me wrong — a feeble man, and old ; I led him to a lonely field, — the moon shone clear and cold :
Pāgina 21 - Merrily rose the lark, and shook The dewdrop from its wing ; But I never mark'd its morning flight, I never heard it sing : For I was stooping once again Under the horrid thing. " With breathless speed, like a soul in chase, I took him up and ran, — There was no time to dig a grave Before the day began : In a lonesome wood, with heaps of leaves I hid the...
Pāgina 17 - Heaven! to think of their white souls And mine so black and grim ! I could not share in childish prayer Nor join in Evening Hymn: Like a Devil of the Pit I seemed, 'Mid holy Cherubim!
Pāgina 12 - One that had never done me wrong A feeble man, and old; I led him to a lonely field, The moon shone clear and cold: Now here, said I, this man shall die, And I will have his gold!
Pāgina 15 - Nothing but lifeless flesh and bone, That could not do me ill; And yet I feared him all the more, For lying there so still: There was a manhood in his look, That murder could not kill! " And lo ! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame, — Ten thousand, thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame ; I took the dead man by his hand, And called upon his name.
Pāgina 6 - Leaf after leaf he turn'd it o'er, Nor ever glanced aside, For the peace of his soul he read that book In the golden eventide : Much study had made him very lean, And pale, and leaden-eyed.
Pāgina 9 - My gentle lad, what is't you read— Romance or fairy fable? Or is it some historic page, Of kings and crowns unstable?" The young boy gave an upward glance,— "It is The Death of Abel.