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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455610" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow<br>O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring;<br>The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong<br>Was seen, the silv'ry peaks among,<br>With ramparts, darkly low'ring!--</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Tall Battlements of flint, uprose,<br>Long shadowing down the valley,<br>A grove of sombre Pine, antique,<br>Amid the white expanse would break,<br>In many a gloomy alley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A strong portcullis entrance show'd,<br>With ivy brown hung over;<br>And stagnate the green moat was found,<br>Whene'er the Trav'ller wander'd round,<br>Or moon-enamour'd Lover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the spacious Courts were seen<br>A thousand gothic fancies;<br>Of banners, trophies, armour bright,<br>Of shields, thick batter'd in the fight,<br>And interwoven lances.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BARON GOLFRE long had been<br>To solitude devoted;<br>And oft, in pray'r would pass the night<br>'Till day's vermillion stream of light<br>Along the blue hill floated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, his pray'r was little mark'd<br>With pure and calm devotion;<br>For oft, upon the pavement bare,<br>He'd dash his limbs and rend his hair<br>With terrible emotion!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sometimes he, at midnight hour<br>Would howl, like wolves, wide-prowling;<br>And pale, the lamps would glimmer round--<br>And deep, the self-mov'd bell would sound<br>A knell prophetic, tolling!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For, in the Hall, three lamps were seen,<br>That quiver'd dim;--and near them<br>A bell rope hung, that from the Tow'r<br>Three knells would toll, at midnight's hour,<br>Startl'ing the soul to hear them!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And oft, a dreadful crash was heard,<br>Shaking the Castle's chambers!<br>And suddenly, the lights would turn<br>To paly grey, and dimly burn,<br>Like faint and dying embers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Beneath the steep, a Maiden dwelt,<br>The dove-eyed ZORIETTO;<br>A damsel blest with ev'ry grace--<br>And springing from as old a race--<br>As Lady of LORETTO!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her dwelling was a Goatherds poor;<br>Yet she his heart delighted;<br>Their little hovel open stood,<br>Beside a lonesome frowning wood.<br>To travellers--benighted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet oft, at midnight when the Moon<br>Its dappled course was steering,<br>The Castle bell would break their sleep,<br>And ZORIETTO slow would creep--<br>To bar the wicket--fearing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What did she fear? O! dreadful thought!<br>The Moon's wan lustre, streaming;<br>The dim grey lamps, the crashing sound,<br>The lonely Bittern--shrieking round<br>The roof,--with pale light gleaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And often, when the wintry wind<br>Loud whistled o'er their dwelling;<br>They sat beside their faggot fire<br>While ZORIETTO'S aged Sire<br>A dismal Tale was telling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told a long and dismal Tale<br>How a fair LADY perish'd;<br>How her sweet Baby, doom'd to be<br>The partner of her destiny<br>Was by a peasant cherish'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told a long and dismal Tale,<br>How, from a flinty Tow'r<br>A Lady wailing sad was seen,<br>The lofty grated bars between,<br>At dawnlight's purple hour!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told a Tale of bitter woe,<br>His heart with pity swelling,<br>How the fair LADY pin'd and died,<br>And how her Ghost, at Christmas-tide--<br>Would wander,--near her dwelling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He told her, how a lowly DAME<br>The LADY, lorn, befriended--<br>Who chang'd her own dear baby, dead,<br>And took the LADY'S in its stead--<br>And then--"Forgive her Heav'n! " He said,<br>And so, his Story ended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As on the rushy floor she sat,<br>Her hand her pale cheek pressing;<br>Oft, on the GOATHERD'S face, her eyes<br>Would fix intent, her mute surprize--<br>In frequent starts confessing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, slowly would she turn her head,<br>And watch the narrow wicket;<br>And shudder, while the wintry blast<br>In shrilly cadence swiftly past<br>Along the neighb'ring thicket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night, it was in winter time,<br>The Castle bell was tolling;<br>The air was still, the Moon was seen,<br>Sporting, her starry train between,<br>The thin clouds round her rolling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she watch'd the wasting lamp,<br>Her timid bosom panting;<br>And now, the Crickets faintly sing,<br>And now she hears the Raven's wing<br>Sweeping their low roof, slanting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, as the wicket latch she clos'd,<br>A groan was heard!--she trembled!<br>And now a clashing, steely sound,<br>In quick vibrations echoed round,<br>Like murd'rous swords, assembled!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She started back; she look'd around,<br>The Goatherd Swain was sleeping;<br>A stagnate paleness mark'd her cheek,<br>She would have call'd, but could not speak,<br>While, through the lattice peeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And O! how dimly shone the Moon,<br>Upon the snowy mountain!<br>And fiercely did the wild blast blow,<br>And now her tears began to flow,<br>Fast, as a falling fountain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she heard the Castle bell<br>Again toll sad and slowly;<br>She knelt and sigh'd: the lamp burnt pale--<br>She thought upon the dismal Tale--<br>And pray'd, with fervour holy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, her little string of beads<br>She kiss'd,--and cross'd her breast;<br>It was a simple rosary,<br>Made of the Mountain Holly-tree,<br>By Sainted Father's blest!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the wicket open flew,<br>As though a whirlwind fell'd it;<br>And now a ghastly figure stood<br>Before the Maiden--while her blood<br>Congeal'd, as she beheld it!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His face was pale, his eyes were wild,<br>His beard was dark; and near him<br>A stream of light was seen to glide,<br>Marking a poniard, crimson-dyed;<br>The bravest soul might fear him!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His forehead was all gash'd and gor'd--<br>His vest was black and flowing<br>His strong hand grasp'd a dagger keen,<br>And wild and frantic was his mien,<br>Dread signs of terror, showing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O fly me not!" the BARON cried,<br>"In HEAV'N'S name, do not fear me!"<br>Just as he spoke the bell thrice toll'd--<br>Three paly lamps they now behold--<br>While a faint voice, cried,--"HEAR ME!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, upon the threshold low,<br>The wounded GOLFRE, kneeling,<br>Again to HEAV'N address'd his pray'r;<br>The waning Moon, with livid glare,<br>Was down the dark sky stealing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They led him in, they bath'd his wounds,<br>Tears, to the red stream adding:<br>The haughty GOLFRE gaz'd, admir'd!<br>The Peasant Girl his fancy fir'd,<br>And set his senses, madding!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He prest her hand; she turn'd away,<br>Her blushes deeper glowing,<br>Her cheek still spangled o'er with tears<br>So the wild rose more fresh appears<br>When the soft dews are flowing!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Again, the BARON fondly gaz'd;<br>Poor ZORIETTO trembled;<br>And GOLFRE watch'd her throbbing breast<br>Which seem'd, with weighty woes oppress'd,<br>And softest LOVE, dissembled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The GOATHERD, fourscore years had seen,<br>And he was sick and needy;<br>The BARON wore a SWORD OF GOLD,<br>Which Poverty might well behold,<br>With eyes, wide stretch'd, and greedy!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dawn arose! The yellow light<br>Around the Alps spread chearing!<br>The BARON kiss'd the GOATHERD'S child--<br>"Farewell!" she cried,--and blushing smil'd--<br>No future peril fearing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now GOLFRE homeward bent his way<br>His breast with passion burning:<br>The Chapel bell was rung, for pray'r,<br>And all--save GOLFRE, prostrate there--<br>Thank'd HEAV'N, for his returning!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three times the orient ray was seen<br>Above the East cliff mounting,<br>When GOLFRE sought the Cottage Grace<br>To share the honours of his race,<br>With treasures, beyond counting!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Ev'ning Sun was burning red;<br>The Twilight veil spread slowly;<br>While ZORIETTO, near the wood<br>Where long a little cross had stood,<br>Was singing Vespers holy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she kiss'd her Holly-beads,<br>And now she cross'd her breast;<br>The night-dew fell from ev'ry tree--<br>It fell upon her rosary,<br>Like tears of Heav'n twice bless'd!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She knelt upon the brown moss, cold,<br>She knelt, with eyes, mild beaming!<br>The day had clos'd, she heard a sigh!<br>She mark'd the dear and frosty sky<br>With starry lustre gleaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rose; she heard the draw-bridge chains<br>Loud clanking down the valley;<br>She mark'd the yellow torches shine<br>Between the antique groves of Pine--<br>Bright'ning each gloomy alley.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the breeze began to blow,<br>Soft-stealing up the mountain;<br>It seem'd at first a dulcet sound--<br>Like mingled waters, wand'ring round<br>Slow falling from a fountain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, in wilder tone it rose,<br>The white peaks sweeping, shrilly:<br>It play'd amidst her golden hair<br>It kiss'd her bosom cold and fair--<br>And sweet, as vale-born Lily!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard the hollow tread of feet<br>Thridding the piny cluster;<br>The torches flam'd before the wind--<br>And many a spark was left behind,<br>To mock the glow-worm's lustre.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She saw them guard the Cottage door,<br>Her heart beat high with wonder!<br>She heard the fierce and Northern blast<br>As o'er the topmost point it past<br>Like peals of bursting thunder!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she hied her swift along<br>And reach'd the guarded wicket;<br>But O! what terror fill'd her soul,<br>When thrice she heard the deep bell toll--<br>Above the gloomy thicket.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now fierce, the BARON darted forth,<br>His trembling victim seizing;<br>She felt her blood, in ev'ry vein<br>Move, with a sense of dead'ning pain,<br>As though her heart were freezing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"This night," said he, "Yon castle tow'rs<br>"Shall echo to their centre!<br>"For, by the HOLY CROSS, I swear,"--<br>And straight a CROSS of ruby glare<br>Did through the wicket enter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now a snowy hand was seen<br>Slow moving, round the chamber<br>A clasp of pearl, it seem'd to bear--<br>A clasp of pearl, most rich and rare!<br>Fix'd to a zone of amber.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the lowly Hovel shook,<br>The wicket open flying,<br>And by, the croaking RAVEN flew<br>And, whistling shrill, the night-blast blew<br>Like shrieks, that mark the dying!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But suddenly the tumult ceas'd--<br>And silence, still more fearful,<br>Around the little chamber spread<br>Such horrors as attend the dead,<br>Where no Sun glitters chearful!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Now JESU HEAR ME!" GOLFRE cried,<br>"HEAR ME," a faint voice mutter'd!<br>The BARON drew his poniard forth--<br>The Maiden sunk upon the earth,<br>And--"Save me Heav'n!" she utter'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Yes, Heav'n will save thee," GOLFRE said,<br>"Save thee, to be MY bride!"<br>But while he spoke a beam of light<br>Shone on her bosom, deathly white,<br>Then onward seem'd to glide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the GOATHERD, on his knees,<br>With frantic accent cried,<br>"O! GOD forbid! that I should see<br>"The beauteous ZORIETTO, be<br>"The BARON GOLFRE'S bride!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Poor Lady! she did shrink and fall,<br>"As leaves fall in September!<br>"Then be not BARON GOLFRE'S bride--<br>"Alack! in yon black tow'r SHE died--<br>"Full well, I do remember!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oft, to the lattice grate I stole<br>"To hear her, sweetly singing;<br>"And oft, whole nights, beside the moat,<br>"I listen'd to the dying note--<br>"Till matin's bell was ringing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And when she died! Poor Lady dear!<br>"A sack of gold, she gave,<br>"That, masses every Christmas day<br>"Twelve bare-foot Monks should sing, or say,<br>"Slow moving round her Grave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"That, at the Holy Virgin's shrine<br>"Three Lamps should burn for ever--<br>"That, ev'ry month, the bell should toll,<br>"For pray'rs to save her Husband's soul--<br>"I shall forget it, never!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While thus he spoke, the BARON'S eye<br>Look'd inward on his soul:<br>For He the masses ne'er had said--<br>No lamps, their quiv'ring light had shed,<br>No bell, been taught to toll!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, the bell did toll, self-mov'd;<br>And sickly lamps were gleaming;<br>And oft, their faintly wand'ring light<br>Illum'd the Chapel aisles at night,<br>Till MORN'S broad eye, was beaming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>IV. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Maid refus'd the BARON'S suit,<br>For, well she lov'd another;<br>The angry GOLFRE'S vengeful rage<br>Nor pride nor reason could assuage,<br>Nor pity prompt to smother.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His Sword was gone; the Goatherd Swain<br>Seem'd guilty, past recalling:<br>The BARON now his life demands<br>Where the tall Gibbet skirts the lands<br>With black'ning bones appalling!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Low at the BARON'S feet, in tears<br>Fair ZORIETTO kneeling,<br>The Goatherd's life requir'd;--but found<br>That Pride can give the deepest wound<br>Without the pang of feeling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That Pow'r can mock the suff'rer's woes<br>And triumph o'er the sighing;<br>Can scorn the noblest mind oppress'd,<br>Can fill with thorns the feeling breast<br>Soft pity's tear denying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Take me," she cried, "but spare his age--<br>"Let me his ransom tender;<br>"I will the fatal deed atone,<br>"For crimes that never were my own,<br>"My breaking heart surrender."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The marriage day was fix'd, the Tow'rs<br>With banners rich were mounted;<br>His heart beat high against his side<br>While GOLFRE, waiting for his bride,<br>The weary minutes counted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The snow fell fast, with mingling hail,<br>The dawn was late, and louring;<br>Poor ZORIETTO rose aghast!<br>Unmindful of the Northern blast<br>And prowling Wolves, devouring.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Swift to the wood of Pines she flew,<br>Love made the assignation;<br>For there, the sov'reign of her soul<br>Watch'd the blue mists of morning roll<br>Mound her habitation.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The BARON, by a Spy appriz'd,<br>Was there before his Bride;<br>He seiz'd the Youth, and madly strew'd<br>The white Cliff, with his steaming blood,<br>Then hurl'd him down its side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now 'twas said, an hungry wolf<br>Had made the Youth his prey:<br>His heart lay frozen on the snow,<br>And here and there a purple glow<br>Speckled the pathless way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The marriage day at length arriv'd,<br>The Priest bestow'd his blessing:<br>A clasp of orient pearl fast bound<br>A zone of amber circling round,<br>Her slender waist compressing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On ZORIETTO'S snowy breast<br>A ruby cross was heaving;<br>So the pale snow-drop faintly glows,<br>When shelter'd by the damask rose,<br>Their beauties interweaving!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the holy vow began<br>Upon her lips to falter!<br>And now all deathly wan she grew<br>And now three lamps, of livid hue<br>Pass'd slowly round the Altar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now she saw the clasp of pearl<br>A ruby lustre taking:<br>And thrice she heard the Castle bell<br>Ring out a loud funereal knell<br>The antique turrets shaking.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O! then how pale the BARON grew,<br>His eyes wide staring fearful!<br>While o'er the Virgin's image fair<br>A sable veil was borne on air<br>Shading her dim eyes, tearful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, on her breast a clasp of pearl<br>Was stain'd with blood, fast flowing:<br>And round her lovely waist she wore<br>An amber zone; a cross she bore<br>Of rubies--richly glowing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Bride, her dove-like eyes to Heav'n<br>Rais'd, calling Christ to save her!<br>The cross now danc'd upon her breast;<br>The shudd'ring Priest his fears confest,<br>And benedictions gave her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon the pavement sunk the Bride<br>Cold as a corpse, and fainting!<br>The pearly clasp, self-bursting, show'd<br>Her beating side, where crimson glow'd<br>Three spots, of nature's painting.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Three crimson spots, of deepest hue!<br>The BARON gaz'd with wonder:<br>For on his buried Lady's side<br>Just three such drops had nature dyed,<br>An equal space asunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now remembrance brought to view,<br>For Heaven the truth discloses,<br>The Baby, who had early died,<br>Bore, tinted on its little side,<br>Three spots--as red as roses!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, ere the wedding-day had past,<br>Stern GOLFRE, and his Bride<br>Walk'd forth to taste the ev'ning breeze<br>Soft sighing, mid the sombre trees,<br>That drest the mountain's side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now, beneath the grove of Pine,<br>Two lovely Forms were gliding;<br>A Lady, with a beauteous face!<br>A Youth with stern, but manly, grace<br>Smil'd,--as in scorn deriding.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Close, by the wond'ring Bride they pass'd,<br>The red Sun sinking slowly:<br>And to the little cross they hied--<br>And there she saw them, side by side,<br>Kneeling, with fervour holy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The little cross was golden ting'd<br>The western radiance stealing;<br>And now it bore a purple hue,<br>And now all black and dim it grew,<br>And still she saw them, kneeling.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White were their robes as fleecy snow<br>Their faces pale, yet chearful.<br>Their golden hair, like waves of light<br>Shone lust'rous mid the glooms of night;<br>Their starry eyes were tearful.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now they look'd to Heav'n, and smil'd,<br>Three paly lamps descended!<br>And now their shoulders seem'd to bear<br>Expanding pinions broad and fair,<br>And now they wav'd in viewless air!<br>And so, the Vision ended.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, suddenly, a storm arose,<br>The thunder roar'd, tremendous!<br>The lightning flash'd, the howling blast<br>Fierce, strong, and desolating, past<br>The Altitudes stupendous!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rent by the wind, a fragment huge<br>From the steep summit bounded:<br>That summit, where the Peasant's breast<br>Found, mid the snow, a grave of rest,<br>By GOLFRE'S poniard wounded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loud shrieks, across the mountain wild,<br>Fill'd up the pause of thunder:<br>The groves of Pine the lightning past,<br>And swift the desolating blast<br>Scatter'd them wide asunder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Castle-turrets seem'd to blaze,<br>The lightning round them flashing;<br>The drawbridge now was all on fire,<br>The moat foam'd high, with furious ire,<br>Against the black walls dashing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Prison Tow'r was silver white,<br>And radiant as the morning;<br>Two angels' wings were spreading wide,<br>The battlements, from side to side--<br>And lofty roof adorning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now the Bride was sore afraid,<br>She sigh'd, and cross'd her breast;<br>She kiss'd her simple rosary,<br>Made of the mountain holly-tree,<br>By sainted Fathers blest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She kiss'd it once, she kiss'd it twice;<br>It seem'd to freeze her breast;<br>The cold show'rs fell from ev'ry tree,<br>They fell upon her rosary<br>Like nature's tears, "twice blest!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"What do you fear?" the BARON cried--<br>For ZORIETTO trembled--<br>"A WOLF," she sigh'd with whisper low,<br>"Hark how the angry whirlwinds blow<br>"Like Demons dark assembled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"That WOLF! which did my Lover slay!"<br>The BARON wildly started.<br>"That Wolf accurs'd!" she madly cried--<br>"Whose fangs, by human gore were died,<br>"Who dragg'd him down the mountain's side,<br>"And left me--Broken hearted!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now GOLFRE shook in ev'ry joint,<br>He grasp'd her arm, and mutter'd<br>Hell seem'd to yawn, on ev'ry side,<br>"Hear me!" the frantic tyrant cried--<br>"HEAR ME!" a faint voice utter'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"I hear thee! yes, I hear thee well!"<br>Cried GOLFRE, "I'll content thee.<br>"I see thy vengeful eye-balls roll--<br>"Thou com'st to claim my guilty soul--<br>"The FIENDS--the FIENDS have sent thee!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now a Goatherd-Boy was heard--<br>Swift climbing up the mountain:<br>A Kid was lost, the fearful hind--<br>Had rov'd his truant care to find,<br>By wood-land's side--and fountain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now a murm'ring throng advanc'd,<br>And howlings echoed round them:<br>Now GOLFRE tried the path to pace,<br>His feet seem'd rooted to the place,<br>As though a spell had bound them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now loud mingling voices cried--<br>"Pursue that WOLF, pursue him!"<br>The guilty BARON, conscience stung,<br>About his fainting DAUGHTER hung,<br>As to the ground she drew him.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Oh! shield me Holy MARY! shield<br>"A tortur'd wretch!" he mutter'd.<br>"A murd'rous WOLF! O GOD! I crave<br>"A dark unhallow'd silent grave--"<br>Aghast the Caitiff utter'd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"'Twas I, beneath the GOATHERD'S bed<br>"The golden sword did cover;<br>"'Twas I who tore the quiv'ring wound,<br>"Pluck'd forth the heart, and scatter'd round<br>"The life-stream of thy Lover."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And now he writh'd in ev'ry limb,<br>And big his heart was swelling;<br>Fresh peals of thunder echoed strong,<br>With famish'd WOLVES the peaks among<br>Their dismal chorus yelling!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O JESU Save me!" GOLFRE shriek'd--<br>But GOLFRE shriek'd no more!<br>The rosy dawn's returning light<br>Display'd his corse,--a dreadful sight,<br>Black, wither'd, smear'd with gore!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High on a gibbet, near the wood--<br>His mangled limbs were hung;<br>Yet ZORIETTO oft was seen<br>Prostrate the Chapel aisles between--<br>When holy mass was sung.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there, three lamps now dimly burn,--<br>Twelve Monks their masses saying;<br>And there, the midnight bell doth toll<br>For quiet to the murd'rer's soul--<br>While all around are praying.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For CHARITY and PITY kind,<br>To gentle souls are given;<br>And MERCY is the sainted pow'r,<br>Which beams thro' mis'ry's darkest hour,<br>And lights the way,--TO HEAVEN!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mary+Darby+Robinson">Mary Darby Robinson</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=455610" data-title="Golfre, Gothic Swiss Tale de Mary Darby Robinson" data-description="I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the silv'ry peaks among, With ramparts, darkly low'ring!-- Tall Battlements of flint, uprose, Long shadowing down the valley,..."></div> </div> </div>
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