第35章 XXXV.
- The Lady of the Shroud
- Bram Stoker
- 182字
- 2016-01-18 18:40:03
The wild rose, eglantine, and broom Wasted around their rich perfume;The birch-trees wept in fragrant balm;
The aspens slept beneath the calm;
The silver light, with quivering glance, Played on the water's still expanse,--Wild were the heart whose passion's sway Could rage beneath the sober ray!
He felt its calm, that warrior guest, While thus he communed with his breast:--'Why is it, at each turn I trace Some memory of that exiled race?
Can I not mountain maiden spy, But she must bear the Douglas eye?
Can I not view a Highland brand, But it must match the Douglas hand?
Can I not frame a fevered dream, But still the Douglas is the theme?
I'll dream no more,-- by manly mind Not even in sleep is will resigned.
My midnight orisons said o'er, I'll turn to rest, and dream no more.'
His midnight orisons he told, A prayer with every bead of gold, Consigned to heaven his cares and woes, And sunk in undisturbed repose, Until the heath-cock shrilly crew, And morning dawned on Benvenue.
CANTO SECOND.
The Island.
- a w.kinglake - a biographical and literary study
- Ancient Poems
- Thornton on Labour and Its Claims
- Hospital Sketches
- Tempest
- Songs From The Mountains
- The Captives
- The Land of the Changing Sun
- Early Australian Voyages
- The Tempest
- Westward Ho
- Bob Son of Battle
- The Lady From The Sea
- DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE
- Allan' s Wife