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Ha! dost thou not fee, by the moon's trembling light
His eye big with vengeance and fate?
Gains the hall, and quick closes the gate,
Now round him young Carloman casting his eyes,
And fear steals the rose from his cheeks.
And while his voice faulters he speaks,
_" Dear uncle,” he murmurs, “ why linger we here? “ 'Tis late, and these chambers are damp and are drear,
“ Keen blows through the ruins the blast! 6 Oh let us away and our journey pursue : “ Fair Blumenberg's Castle will rise on our view,
Soon as Falkenstein forest is pass’da
" Why roll thus your eyeballs? why glare they so wild ?
Oh! chide not my weakness, nor frown, that a child
“ Should view these apartments with dread; e For know, that full oft have I heard from
oft have I heard from my nurse, " There still on this castle has rested a curse,
“ Since innocent bload here was shed.
« She said, too, bad fpirits, and ghosts all in white, “ Here use to resort at the dead time of night,
“ Nor vanish till breaking of day; " And still at their coming is heard the deep tone
Of a bell loud and awful -hark! hark ! 'twas a groan ! “ Good uncle, oh! let us away!”
.“ Peace, serpent\” thus Ofric the Lion replies, While rage and malignity gloom in his eyes;
Thy journey and life here must clofe : Thy castle's proud turrets no more shalt thou fee; “ No more betwixt Blumenberg's lordship and me
“ Shalt thou stand, and my greatness oppose,
My brother lies breathless on Palesține's plains, “ And thou once remov’d, to his noble domains
My right can no rival deny : “ Then, stripling, prepare on my dagger to bleed; “ No fuccour is near, and thy fate is decreed,
“ Commend thee to Jesus, and die!”.
Thus saying, he feizes the boy by the arın,
His heart of all fortitude robs;
And -“ spare me! oh spare me!"-he fobs. .
But vainly the miscreant he strives to appease ;
And sues in soft accents for life;
And aims at his bosom a knife,
But ere the steel blushes with blood, strange to tell !
The presence of midnight declare :
Straight curses and shrieks through the chambers resound,
The groaning roof threatens to fall;
And flames spread their waves through the hall,
The clamour increases, the portals expand !-
Of dæmons all dropping with gore,
And anks without fenfe on the floor.
Not fo his fell uncle he fees, that the throng
And well the sad spectre he knows !
And faft from her wounds the blood flows.
“ Oh! welcome !" she cried, and her voice spoke despair; “ Oh! welcome, Sir Ofric, the torments to share,
« Of which thou haft made me the “ Twelve years have I languish'd thy coming to fee; “ Ulrilda, who perish'd dishonour'd by thee,
6 Now calls thee to auguish away!
Thy passion once fated, thy love became hate ; “ Thy hand gave the draught which consign'd me to fate,
“ Nor thought I death lurk'd in the bowl: “ Unfit for the grave, stain’d with luft, swell’d with pride, “ Unbless’d, unabfolv’d, unrepenting, I died,
66 And dæmons straight seiz'd on my soul.
“ Thou com'ft, and with transport I feel my breast swell: “ Full long have I suffer'd the torments of hell,
" And now shall its pleasures be mine! « See, see how the fiends are athirst for thy blood ! “ Twelve years has my panting heart furnish'd their food,
“ Come, wretch, let them feast upon thine !"
It chanced, that homewards from the chaco
The shadowy dales among, ,
The bell of midnight rung.
Sudden, a piercing shriek resounds
A wildly dreadful yell;
Some foul enlarged from hell!
“ See, father!” cried young Egbert; “ see “ Beneath the shade of yonder tree
“ What fearful form is spread ! " How fire around his temples glows “ How from his lance and fingers flows
“ The stream of bloody red !”
Stay here!” said Hengift, then with speed Towards the stranger spurr’d his steed;
“ What brings thee here, Sir Knight, “ Who dar'ft in my domains to bear “ A lance, and by thy haughty air
“ Seem'st to demand the fight?"