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REGINALD HASTINGS.

LOVELACE.

CHAPTER I.

limits : my senses, concentrated on such few ob

jects, became more observant of those few, These walls do not a prisone make, "which dilated in the same proportion. I graduNor iron bars a cage;

ally detected faint sounds and sights in the ap. Minds innocent and quiet take This for a hermitage.

parent blank and silence that surrounded me; could hear the rustle of the sentry's weather

beaten doublet, and the trail of his pike along the I am a prisoner, closely guarded and confined, leads of the castle. Once or twice, too, I thought suddenly secluded from the most stirring strife I heard something stirring under the stony, floor, that ever kindled in the heart of a great people. but that must be imagination. I approach the Three days ago I was free, and fighting with all window to catch a breath of fresh air through the energy of mingled hope and desperation; now a broken pane, and I perceive some scratches faint in frame and spirit, I am hidden away in a on the glass that appear to me like letters. dungeon's obscurity, condemned perhaps for years They have been cut with a keen diamond, but if to silent and helpless inactivity.

they have any meaning it is undecipherable, and For the first few days of my captivity Iyetscarcely found it irksome; the scenes of thrilling I had written thus far when the gaoler entered and ceaseless interest I had so long lived in with my dinner, and at once changed the current seemed to be reënacted in imagination; I chewed of my thoughts. Nothing breaks into the reveries the cud of a glutted memory, and was uncon- of a young fasting man like the smell of food; scious of any void in its supply. At length re- and it was not only the savory fumes of a venturning hunger of action seized me, my wounds ison steak, but the presence of a fellow-creature, had ceased to torture, my blood had supplied its that turned my thoughts into a more cheerful loss, and bounded in my veins once more. I channel. The turnkey was a short, stout, bowsprang, from my pallet and gazed eagerly upon legged varlet, with broad stooping shoulders, and the rising sun: he soon passed beyond the nar- a neck that might puzzle the hangman to disrow rift of daylight visible between my barred cover, through the tangles of his lank red hair windows and the battlements : that little glimpse and grizzly beard. A certain stamp of men of the infinite sky only served to render my con- seems to be produced by nature to fill certain finement more dismal, from its contrast with my situations, and this man had evidently found his tomb-like cell.

destined place; his small malevolent eyes apThe first sense of imprisonment is appalling, peared just adapted to scrutinize a dungeon, and and scarcely to be imagined by those to whom to examine fetters; his mouth was full of bitterfreedom seems as natural as life itself. The mass ness, and there was room for a good deal of it of iron and stone that surrounds you strikes cold within his huge jaws and wolfish teeth; a grayish upon the eye; the solemn silence of the crowded sandy beard bristled on his pointed' chin, and but sternly-guarded prison oppresses the ear, reached half way up his face. Yet was his and a sense of utter helplessness weighs down presence heartily welcome to me, independently the heart.

of his savory mission; he was the only fellowThe first day of restored consciousness ap- creature I was destined to see for many a day, peared to me to contain an age of suffering and and I would have liked him if I could. painful thought. I vainly strove to fix my at He laid a coarse white napkin on the window tention on some actual object; my eyes soon lost recess, and I observed him adding the different sight of it, and strayed away to gaze on those accessories of my meal with interest, but in imaginary scenes that recalled my uselessness— silence. At length, he reluctantly crowned his my misery of inaction. The thought of escape labors by placing a flask of wine near the pewnaturally seized me, but it was only for a mo- ter dish, and then expressed by an impatient gesment; the little cell in which I was confined had ture, that he was waiting to remove the remnants set all the inspirations of courage and despair at of my dinner. defiance for six centuries. It had been a dungeon "You've wine from the governor's own cellar since the time of the Conqueror, and was about to-day,” said he, as I proceeded to act upon his eighteen feet square; the walls composed of implied suggestion ; "it's good Rhenish, and fitter huge stones, cemented by tough old mortar that for honest men than for the like of ye, rantipolwas harder still. The only window consisted of ing Cavaliers, limbs of Satan, as ye are. It's four dim panes, deeply set in a massive wall, little of such comfort I thought thou'dst be wantwith iron bars, whose deep, dark rust proved ing in this world, when thou wast brought in their long service and trustworthiness ; this win- here, stiff and bloody, some days syne; I thought dow opened upon a narrow battlemented terrace, our musketeers had been saved a job. patrolled by a sentinel, whose shadow alone was I was too well pleased to hear the sound of perceptible as it approached and retired, ghost- the human voice to be critical as to its purport, like;-his bodily presence, enemy as he was, and I applied myself to my flask and platter would have been a relief to me.

with a soldier's appetite, while my attendant Gradually my very soul seemed to share in the continued in almost articulate growls to vent his narrowness of my cell

, and to shrink within its spleen.

Ay, swill away! Never have we a swagger-soul to a confessor, or the ill in health to a physiing and half starved Cavalier, but has the thirst cian. Written by my own hand, my biography of Dives, as if he was already in a place of tor- shall relate only to the dead; before any stranger ment."

shall read these lines, their author will be uncon“Here, my friend,” said' I, “you seem to want scious of the blessing of his sympathy, or the a drop to cool your own tongue, and when you've insult of his sneer. For this reason, I can — yea, done so, please to tell me for what, or to whom, and will write to the world as freely, as fully, I am indebted for this good fare."

and as truly, as if I were pouring my confessions The turnkey emptied the horn of wine without in the friendliest ear. ceremony, and replied that it was by the Gover With these thoughts, I once more grasped my nor's orders that I was so indulged; “ but,” added pen, and vehemently and hastily wrote down the he,“ doant thou be set up for that matter; for the above the first words that presented themselves; man Aubrey that lay in that bed before you was fearing, if I paused to reconsider them, that such cockered up in the same manner, and four days a commencement would shame me from continuago he was led out and shot like a dog-yea, ance. As a young bird prepares for flight, I flutwith the good liquor yet in his mouth, and wasted. tered through these sentences, and then deterBut I've no business to be here talking to a wine- mined to trust myself for good or ill upon a longer bibbing son of Belial, as thou art. There be pens flight; yea, even if my gray goose-quill should and ink, and paper, and candles, and profane prove but an Icarian wing. books, and I must e’en wait on thee before sun Here, then, is the history of my young life as set with more meat, and receive thy orders." far as it has gone; it may prove to be but a

So saying, he collected his cups and platters fragment and a brief one. and departed, leaving me with a plentiful supply I am the eldest son of Reginald, Lord Hastings of the important matters he had named. Provided of Beaumanoir. His ancestors had shared in the with these great and responsible instruments, my dangers and rewards of the Norman Conquest, mind became more restless than ever; small and for centuries since, had rendered good and physical privations occupy the attention far more knightly service for the lands bestowed by the than we care to admit into rivalry with senti- Conqueror. If, at any time, their title deeds had mental sorrow, and when I found myself with a failed, the loss might have been supplied from well-satisfied appetite, I felt more than ever the their country's history, with which their names necessity of some occupation to divert sad thoughts. were interwoven. In the wars of Ireland, of the There lay the best implements for solitary labor, Holy Land, of France, and of the Roses, their if I could use them aright-pen and paper-yea, blood had been profusely shed, and the present the very means of immortality! I thought of unhappy times found my father still ready to the great and gallant Raleigh, of Galileo, of Tasso, stand or fall by the banner of his King. Yet his of our own Lovelace, and felt how glorious awas no blind, unreasoning obedience, that abanmatter imprisonment might be made.

doned the right of private judgment. In his “But not for me," I mournfully thought, as I youth he had been persecuted by King James for paced up and down my narrow cell; “ science, espousing the cause of Raleigh; in his age he philosophy, or poetry, may well glorify the bon- had fallen under the displeasure of King Charles dage of those whom they inspire; but from a for a quarrel with Buckingham, and resistance to rough, idle soldier like myself, whose head and that Duke's successors in the ministry. It was heart are full of all that he has undergone that only the danger of the Crown that brought him he is still undergoing—what material can be to its assistance, and reawakened, as it were, a obtained to enlighten, or even amuse the world? grateful memory, that he and his fathers owed to

“Nevertheless," I resumed, (still keeping my it their cherished home and their broad lands. In eyes fixed on the momentous pen, which at length his chivalrous code of honor, the lapse of time I grasped more nervously than when I first drew had not weakened the obligation; he still enjoyed my maiden sword for war,) “what I have under- the reward of his ancestors' loyalty, and he congone, thousands of my countrymen have, at least ceived that he still owed feudal and loyal gratiin part, experienced; and thousands to come will tude for that possession. wish to know what an Englishman has felt and This fidelity of my father's to the King was done in times like these; what errors he has imitated by that of our tenants to himself. They fallen into, and by what actions he has endeavored had, for the most part, descended from the tenants to redeem those errors.

of our forefathers, through lines as ancient as Again, a doubt came over me, and I laid down their own. Though leases were unknown to that tempting pen. To whom am I about to our rent-rolls, the same names were to be found unvail the secrets of my heart—the secrets of my in each farm-house through successive centuries; friends?

our people had changed from Saxon serfs to Who will be the readers and the critics of British yeomen, without ever having changed what I am about to record ?

their fealty to our house. In the village, indeed, Will even those who have known me find it was whispered, that the newly-popular prininterest in the reawakened memories of scenes ciples had gained some ground, but many of the that we have shared ? Will those, to whom the inhabitants there were strangers; trade and its writer is but a name, bestow their sympathies votaries being far more liable to change and innoupon my joys and sorrows, for the sake of joys vation than agriculture, to which they are for the and sorrows of their own which my narration most part opposed in principle if not in interest.

This village stood upon the sea-shore, about halfIt may be that the former are grown too old, sa-mile from The Manor, as our old house was or cold, or changed, and that the latter will be familiarly called. Our park gates opened on a too little touched by the strangeness of my story large bowling-green which stood in the very to lend to it a willing ear. Nevertheless, I long heart of the little town. A tall May-pole occuto unburden my memory of its load as the sick in pied its center, surrounded by some forty or fifty

may recall?

houses and cottages, each with its gaily-painted to old ancestral houses such as these, that powersign-board, or little garden and trellised arbor, if fully impresses the imagination. The various it appropriated to no public calling.

human experiences that those gray walls have For the manor itself, it was a house of great sheltered; the bright faces that have looked out extent and very varied architecture. Originally through those narrow windows; the grim a hunting-lodge of Earl Godwins, it stood on å sentries that have patrolled those battle- ! gentle eminence in an extensive chase, or forest, mented towers; the voices of joy and mourning, well opened into glades and meadows. The Saxon of anger, of comfort, of desolation, of despair, palace had been fortified with Norman towers, that have sounded through those halls; the bridal and surrounded by a graff, or moat, in the reign trains and funeral processions that have passed

! of Rufus. A royal visit from Queen Elizabeth through those wide doors; the startling news, had superinduced the addition of a banqueting- now almost forgotten in history, that was told ! hall with other apartments; and my grandfather, round those large fire-places; the venerable in the reign of King James, had yet further added forms that have reposed in that old arm-chair to the confusion of all architectural rule, by an --the merry children that have been hushed to endeavor to blend the various discrepancies of his sleep in that old-fashioned cradle; all, within house into one uniform style,

and without, may now be wholly changed, yet The pride of this quaint but venerable man- each has left its character impressed upon the sion was the entrance hall, some eighty feet in ancient home of an ancient race. length, and in hight, up to the cedar rafters, All this is altered now, they tell me. It is perhaps half as much. The carved oak with many a day since I have seen my birth-place; which it was paneled was invisible to my young besieging artillery and ruthless pillage since then eyes, though I might have seen it naked enough have done their utmost to obliterate all marks of afterward : in the days of peace it was covered what that home was once. I am thankful that over with armor, and weapons of every age, I have been spared that sight, and that I can still from that of Alfred downward. Its arrange- picture to myself the old manor in all its hospiment was very perfect as to time; for each hel- table pride, when passers-by would exclaim as met, morion, hauberk, or haquetin, hung upon they pointed to it: There lives an English genthe spot where its last wearer had placed it. tleman of the good old time !" This armory was my father's pride; my brother Such, indeed, was my father. He stood among and I learnt the history of our country, and of the first of that almost unnoticed class of country our ancestors, from the battered shields of Hast- gentlemen, who form the principal strength and ings, Acre, Flodden-Field, Cressy, Poictiers, real power of the state. I mean unnoticed in and Agincourt, as from so many medals.-Alas! public life only, for in the wide circle of his own for the day that scattered those trophies widely neighborhood, he possessed an honored name over England ! Alas! for the gallant yeomen and moral influence that kings might envy. To friends, who left that harness only with their him, as a common center, converged all the pelives, on Edgehill, Newbury, and Chalgrove titions, applications, and appeals of the surroundField!

ing country; to his justice, his counsel, or his At the upper end of the old hall was a dais, generosity, the wronged, the embarrassed, and on which a table stood crosswise under a huge the poor with confidence appealed; and by his painted window, which I fear had been sacrile- opinions, ever frankly and fearlessly expressed, giously obtained in Bluff King Harry's time. the public opinion of his neighborhood was inWell I remember the awe with which I used to fluenced, if not wholly formed. look upon my father, as he sat enthroned at that He possessed not only the confidence, but the table on the King's birthday, with his neighbors love of all his neighbors. There was so

something assembled round him, and his farmers seated at genial and generous in his manner that seemed the long tables that ran from end to end of the infectious, the cold and cautious warmed begreat hall. Opposite the doorway. yawned a neath its influence, the timid were encouraged, huge fire-place, over-arched by a high mantel- and the poor felt the presence of a friend. piece, elaborately carved and surmounted by a Though he had been in his time a courtier, a gallery, in which my mother and her fair guests soldier, and a traveler, yet my father was pasused to appear on occasions of high solemnity, sionately fond of the country, -its labors, its when the hall below was filled with retainers sports, and all the various interests that it yields that would have died to serve her.

to those who cultivate them. He had married The rest of the old house within was like the daughter of a noble courtier, but her tastes most others of its kind: a labyrinth of galleries had become so merged in his, that neither of them and staircases, and almost forgotten rooms, with ever sent a thought in search of pleasure or which none but the oldest servants professed ac- amusement beyond the limits of their happy quaintance. Without, behind the house, was a home. large court-yard, with stables for a troop of horse, I must not, in speaking of that home, pass on and a smithy, still called the armorer's forge. without a tribute to the character of my mother, There, also, were barns and granaries, and all who rendered it a cherished sanctuary. She was the appurtenances of a country-house, that of so excellent a nature that I have always reboasted to want nothing beyond its own power spected woman for her sake, whatever my afterto supply. There were gardens too, and fish- experience of women may have been. For her ponds surmounted by a heronry, and all the va- sake, I have always met with scorn the fashionrious excrescences supposed necessary or com- able sneers against married life, and been able to fortable, that gather round old family places, believe that it was in mercy God gave the first where each son preserves, with pious and hered- man a wife, notwithstanding the result. Yes, itary care, the things that his dead father cared blessed be she-whether of Eden, or of this poor for.

penal earth—who fulfills her mission to her husThere is a venerableness and mystery attached) band! who soothes his sorrows, extenuates his

failings, brightens his bright hours, and irradiates whether as a student, a sportsman, or a soldier; his darkness! No jealous vanity, no morbid yet his nobler nature shrank from every triumph pride ever stains the pure motives of her minis- that his genius or his daring won at the expense try ;-her noble and self-sacrificing thought and of others, and his self-sacrifice in abandoning his thoughtfulness is ever of him whom God hath well-won prizes often passed for indifference or given her-of what will wound, of what will inconsistency. soothe, of what will comfort him—the father of I well remember when he was about to leave her children, the sharer of her destiny. school, the eagerness with which he looked for

Happy, thrice happy, through all his mortal ward to the first place and prize in the concludmisery is he who can fold such a woman to his ing examination. I had then been entered at the grateful heart. Her gentleness subdues, her University, and was admitted to occupy the meekness softens him; her patient endurance strangers bench together with my father and conquers more than the stormiest eloquence; her others who were interested. I think I see Hugo presence can enable her husband to cherish' life, before me now, almost motionless at his absorband yet to smile upon the death that spares him ing task; so calm, indeed, that but for the perspithe anguish of outliving her. So thought my ration that sometimes glistened on his broad father, justly; but his wife was not destined to white forehead, a looker-on might have supposed survive him. She had long been delicate, though his mind to be as passive as his frame. In quick her illness wore that beautiful and delusive succession he mastered all his trials, and toward beauty, that so often in our climate only decks the close of the examination but one competitor the victim for the tomb. But her spirits rose remained ; a boy of patient and untiring industry, with her decay, and she was happy-happy in the son of our village curate. The prize of the her stainless conscience, happy in all around her, day had been a life-long object of ambition to and most of all, happy in her merry little child of him and to a father who had been his only tutor; some two years old, who was her almost con- for many a year the poor churchman had toiled stant companion.

to qualify his child for an honor that secured to If I thus linger on my native threshold, I may him not only distinction but independence. The be excused, for my after-life presents far different trial had hitherto proved how ably, as well as events. From the recollection of these last, I earnestly, the effort had been made, for his son often seek refuge in childish memories; they are had obtained equal marks with my far more always welcome. I am still happy in that home gifted brother. One subject alone remained to I have described, though for me it now exists decide the victory between the two young rivals. only in imagination.

Hugo, carried away by the spirit of emulation, was unconscious of everything but his approaching triumph; a glance at the papers was sufficient

to assure him; he raised his eyes to where we CHAPTER II.

sat; they met my father's gaze, and, in a moment,

communicated this proud confidence. But at the Sweet in manner, fair in favor,

same moment, Hugo observed the poor curate's Mild in temper, fierce in fight, Warrior nobler, gentler, braver,

anxious eyes making the same inquiries of his Never shall behold the light.

son's countenance; they read no hope in the boy's embarrassed and care-worn aspect. Hugo could

see the old man's color mount to his forehead, My second brother, Hugo, was scarcely seven- and then leave it deadly pale; his form was bent teen when my story commences. In spite of all downward, and his long lean fingers convulsively their efforts to conceal it, he was the favorite of twined in one another. both our 'parents. I never grudged—I scarcely To be brief, the Examiner approached; the envied him that priceless distinction. Nor could curate's son faltered through a few imperfect I wonder at it; he was so gentle and so gen- answers and was silent. Then came Hugo's erous, so brave, and good, and true. I was too turn. I was accustomed to read his thoughts in proud of his genius and acquirements to feel his transparent countenance, and I was not surjealous of the comparative shade in which they prised to see a shade of generous sorrow for a placed me. There was a strong contrast between moment struggling with a bright unconscious us too, which served to destroy any thought of smile. He answered the first question as I exrivalry. We were both impetuous, but Hugo pected, promptly and lucidly, but then he became was more yielding and somewhat fickle in his embarrassed, faltering and silent. Finally, and pursuits ; I was more thoughtful and determined, with evident reluctance, the Examiner proand generally took up a common object where he nounced him beaten, and the next moment, forhad left it off. He was imaginative and fond of getful of all ceremony, the curate clasped his son poetry; I was but little of a book-man. His to his sobbing but exulting heart. spirits were inexhaustible, and there was a note At first my father's face flushed with bitter, if of exultation in his joyous laughter that thrilled not angry disappointment; but he soon read like a trumpet in my ear: yet his tears were something in Hugo's look that changed his mood. almost as ready as his smiles, and his large bright " I see it all, my generous boy," he whispered, as eyes would fill

, not only at the recital of any tale he pressed the young scholar's hand; “I see it of sorrow, but of any noble trait of character, or all

, and I thank you from my soul for the decigallant action.

sion that you made ; one such victory over yourEven the higher sources of pleasure, all ex- self is worth a thousand over others.” Hugo requisite sensations of mental enjoyment, produced turned the pressure of his father's hand, but, the same effect on his finely-sensitive organiza- from that time forth, no word or sign escapęd tion. Nevertheless, he was no whining senti- him that could tarnish his young rival's triumph. mentalist, or vain, pensive dreamer. His instinct I select this circumstance from a thousand was to be ever in advance of all his comrades, Jothers equally characteristic of my brother, rather

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because it recalls a happy period of our lives, space, flocks of pigeons were constantly career. than because it is remarkable in itself. During ing, and pompous peacocks strutted below as if it the autumn following this examination-three was their own domain. years before the war broke outHugo ånd I were The northern front, however, of Castle Bifrons both at home. Every life, as well as every na- had been completed after the new power of the tion, seems to have its Augustan era—and this Puritans had displayed itself, and no contrasta was ours. Everything seemed to prosper with could be stronger than that exhibited between us, and to promise a long continuance of happi- this recent building and the former one. ness. My mother's health, that had long been sisted indeed of nothing but a flat brick face; pardelicate, now seemed to rally; the King appeared simoniously pierced with narrow windows, not. inclined to wiser councils, and had consented to an ornament, not even a mullion, could be there call a Parliament; the harvest promised an detected. In front of it was a square space of abundant yield, and the nation's pulse beat pros- close-cropped turf, surrounded, as by a wall

, with perously high.' Then was my father a proud as tall, stiff, dark trees; and varied only by formal well as a happy man, with his two sons, whose gravel walks. The sun never shone upon the only rivalry was displayed in pleasing him. The high and narrow hall door that opened out upon danger that he had long apprehended for the these solemn precincts, and there was never seen throne appeared averted; he had sanguine hopes a living thing that could regret his absence.' No of the new Parliament, to which he had succeed- bird was ever known to sing, or grasshopper to ed in returning his best friend as member for the chirp there : some dismal old rooks, with a few county.

pensive owls and bats, were the only creatures I must confess, however, that few of these that voluntarily addicted themselves to what Sir higher considerations had 'much weight with Janus considered the true Puritanical taste in Hugo and myself in those days. We were in the architecture and landscape gardening, glorious morning of life, whose sunshine turns Sir Janus would fain have passed his life in every object into gold; what imagination painted, peace and quietness in some central apartment, hope strove to realize, and made amends for standing neutral between these two discordant every failure by raising new illusions. Indepen- aspects of his mansion. But in his anxiety to dently, too, of all the pleasures that are common avoid giving offense to either party, he found to every young and healthy boy, we had almost himself encumbered with many difficulties. His every indulgence that could render our lives a Cavalier acquaintances were necessarily welholiday. My father, as fond of field-sports as comed for the sake of old times that might ourselves, took pleasure in providing us with the return; the Puritan for the sake of new times best horses, the keenest falcons, the stanchest that might continue. When the former arrived, hounds, the steadiest dogs. As an old soldier, he they were directed by the lodge-keeper to take took pride in seeing us the surest shots, the best the southern approach; when the latter appeared, fencers, and the boldest riders in all the country's they were requested to take the northern. At side. He was a zealous supporter of village the south front, Lady Demiroy arrayed in rich, sports, moreover, and all neighborly meetings, taffeta and starched lace was waiting to do the and we thus became early acquainted with all honors of the castle ; at the north, Sir Janus, our countryfolk. Among these were few who dressed in drab garments of the plainest form, belonged to our own station in life, but those two received his guests meekly, as one who desired to who alone possessed deep interest for us would be all things unto all men. That desirable object have concentrated our affection if the world had was becoming daily more difficult, however; so been their rivals.

that the Baronet had at length relieved himself a Our nearest neighbor was Sir Janus Demiroy, little by leaning toward the Puritans. He felt one of King James's newly-invented baronets, safer by doing so, as he was married to the sister the purchase of whose titles an old knight pro- of a zealous royalist; and this clever lady made nounced to be “the very simony of honor.” The the most of her brother's politics in the presence father of Sir Janus, a wealthy goldsmith of Lon of the King's supporters, though always (theodon, had purchased a large.property, only sepa- retically), open to conviction when any imporrated from ours by a river that opened on the sea. tant Puritan attempted her conversion. Her The residence of the Demiroys was scarcely half Ladyship had, in short, adopted the politics of a mile from Beaumanoir at low tide, when the Sir Janus, and the household only seemed to be boundary river could be crossed by means of divided against itself in order that it might stand, stepping-stones. This residence was very char- whatever were the storms of the state. acteristic of its owner, the nearest desire of whose This well-suited couple, so wise in their geneheart was to be on good terms with both King ration, had but two children, and these were and Demagogue. It had changed its name with fortunately daughters. A son might, perhaps, its appearance, and was now called Castle Bifrons, by some bias of his own, have inconvenienced in place of the good old Elizabethan manor-house the family politics, and destroyed the trim of the of Saxonbury.

vessel which the parents labored so assiduously Sir Janus had begun to build during the palmy to preserve. But daughters had no right to exerand unquestioned days of royalty, and Inigo cise independent opinions, even if they possessed Jones had been encouraged to lavish on the south- any. er front the most graceful and noble resources of his art; loyal emblems were profusely distributed among the decorations, flourishing round the family crest, a chameleon. A broad terrace,

CHAPTER III. spreading to the sun, gave the mansion a very courtly air: two long strips of a very gay garden

One came with light and laughing air,

And cheeke like opening blossome; ran along beneath this terrace, and were flanked

Bright gemmos were twined amid her haire, by plantations of thick laurel.' Over this favored

And glittered on her bosome;

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