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Ha! dost thou not fee, by the moon's trembling light
Directing his steps, where advances a knight,

His eye big with vengeance and fate?
'Tis Ofric the Lion his nephew who leads,
And swift up the crackling old staircase proceeds,

Gains the hall, and quick closes the gate,

Now round him young Carloman casting his eyes,
Surveys the sad scene with dismay and surprise,

And fear steals the rose from his cheeks.
His fpirits forsake him, his courage is flown;
The hand of Sir Ofric he clasps in his own,

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.

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« 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,
Whose grief rends the vaulted hall's roof, while alarm

His heart of all fortitude robs;
His limbs sink beneath him ; distracted with fears,
He falls at his uncle's feet, bathes them with tears,

And -“ spare me! oh spare me!"-he fobs. .

But

But vainly the miscreant he strives to appease ;
And vainly he clings in despair round his knees,

And sues in soft accents for life;
Unmov'd by his sorrow, unmov’d by his prayer,
Fierce Ofric has twisted his hand in his hair,

And aims at his bosom a knife,

But ere the steel blushes with blood, strange to tell !
Self-ftruck, does the tongue of the hollow-toned beil

The presence of midnight declare :
And while with amazement his hair bristles high,
Hears Ofric a voice, loud and terrible cry,
* In sounds heart-appaling—“ Forbear!”

Straight curses and shrieks through the chambers resound,
Shrieks mingled with laughter: the walls shake around;

The groaning roof threatens to fall;
Loud bellows the thunder, blue lightnings still flash;
The casements they clatter ; chains rattle ; doors clash,

And flames spread their waves through the hall,

The clamour increases, the portals expand !-
O’er the pavement's black marble now rushes a band

Of dæmons all dropping with gore,
In visage so grim, and so monstrous in height,
That Carloman screams, as they burst on his fight,

And anks without fenfe on the floor.

Not

Not fo his fell uncle he fees, that the throng
Impels, wildly shrieking, a female along,

And well the sad spectre he knows !
The dæmons with curses her steps onwards urge;
Her shoulders, with whips form'd of serpents, they scourge,

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!

prey.

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 !"

She

It chanced, that homewards from the chaco
Sir Hengist urged his courser's pace,

The shadowy dales among, ,
While all was still, and late the hour,
And far off, in the castle tower,

The bell of midnight rung.

Sudden, a piercing shriek resounds
Throughout the forest's ample bounds ;

A wildly dreadful yell;
The dogs, by trembling, own their fear,
As if they scent some bad thing near,

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 !”

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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?"

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