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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=508044" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Donica - A Ballad</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Author Note: In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unfounded depth, the water black and the fish therein<br>very distateful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which<br>foreshew either the death of the Governor, or some prime officer<br>belonging to the place; and most commonly it appeareth in the shape of<br>an harper, sweetly singing and dallying and playing under the water.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It is reported of one Donica, that after she was dead, the Devil walked<br>in her body for the space of two years, so that none suspected but that<br>she was still alive; for she did both speak and eat, though very<br>sparingly; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance, which was<br>the only sign of death. At length a Magician coming by where she was<br>then in the company of many other virgins, as soon as he beheld her he<br>said, &quot;fair Maids, why keep you company with the dead Virgin whom you<br>suppose to be alive?&quot; when taking away the magic charm which was tied<br>under her arm, the body fell down lifeless and without motion.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The following Ballad is founded on these stories. They are to be found<br>in the notes to The Hierarchies of the blessed Angels; a Poem by Thomas<br>Heywood, printed in folio by Adam Islip, 1635.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">.................</div><div style="margin:10px 0">High on a rock, whose castled shade<br> Darken'd the lake below,<br>In ancient strength majestic stood<br> The towers of Arlinkow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The fisher in the lake below<br> Durst never cast his net,<br>Nor ever swallow in its waves<br> Her passing wings would wet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The cattle from its ominous banks<br> In wild alarm would run,<br>Tho' parched with thirst and faint beneath<br> The summer's scorching sun.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For sometimes when no passing breeze<br> The long lank sedges waved,<br>All white with foam and heaving high<br> Its deafening billows raved;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the tempest from its base<br> The rooted pine would shake,<br>The powerless storm unruffling swept<br> Across the calm dead lake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And ever then when Death drew near<br> The house of Arlinkow,<br>Its dark unfathom'd depths did send<br> Strange music from below.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord of Arlinkow was old,<br> One only child had he,<br>Donica was the Maiden's name<br> As fair as fair might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A bloom as bright as opening morn<br> Flush'd o'er her clear white cheek,<br>The music of her voice was mild,<br> Her full dark eyes were meek.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far was her beauty known, for none<br> So fair could Finland boast,<br>Her parents loved the Maiden much,<br> Young EBERHARD loved her most.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Together did they hope to tread<br> The pleasant path of life,<br>For now the day drew near to make<br> Donica Eberhard's wife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The eve was fair and mild the air,<br> Along the lake they stray;<br>The eastern hill reflected bright<br> The fading tints of day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And brightly o'er the water stream'd<br> The liquid radiance wide;<br>Donica's little dog ran on<br> And gambol'd at her side.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Youth, Health, and Love bloom'd on her cheek,<br> Her full dark eyes express<br>In many a glance to Eberhard<br> Her soul's meek tenderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor sound was heard, nor passing gale<br> Sigh'd thro' the long lank sedge,<br>The air was hushed, no little wave<br> Dimpled the water's edge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sudden the unfathom'd lake sent forth<br> Strange music from beneath,<br>And slowly o'er the waters sail'd<br> The solemn sounds of Death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As the deep sounds of Death arose,<br> Donica's cheek grew pale,<br>And in the arms of Eberhard<br> The senseless Maiden fell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Loudly the youth in terror shriek'd,<br> And loud he call'd for aid,<br>And with a wild and eager look<br> Gaz'd on the death-pale Maid.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But soon again did better thoughts<br> In Eberhard arise,<br>And he with trembling hope beheld<br> The Maiden raise her eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And on his arm reclin'd she moved<br> With feeble pace and slow,<br>And soon with strength recover'd reach'd</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet never to Donica's cheek<br> Return'd the lively hue,<br>Her cheeks were deathy, white, and wan,<br> Her lips a livid blue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her eyes so bright and black of yore<br> Were now more black and bright,<br>And beam'd strange lustre in her face<br> So deadly wan and white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dog that gambol'd by her side,<br> And lov'd with her to stray,<br>Now at his alter'd mistress howl'd<br> And fled in fear away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet did the faithful Eberhard<br> Not love the Maid the less;<br>He gaz'd with sorrow, but he gaz'd<br> With deeper tenderness.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when he found her health unharm'd<br> He would not brook delay,<br>But press'd the not unwilling Maid<br> To fix the bridal day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when at length it came, with joy<br> They hail'd the bridal day,<br>And onward to the house of God<br> They went their willing way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as they at the altar stood<br> And heard the sacred rite,<br>The hallowed tapers dimly stream'd<br> A pale sulphureous light.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And as the Youth with holy warmth<br> Her hand in his did hold,<br>Sudden he felt Donica's hand<br> Grow deadly damp and cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And loudly did he shriek, for lo!<br> A Spirit met his view,<br>And Eberhard in the angel form<br> His own Donica knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That instant from her earthly frame<br> Howling the Daemon fled,<br>And at the side of Eberhard<br> The livid form fell dead.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Southey">Robert Southey</a><div class=q>
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