This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: ...with his last dying stride, He plunged his dagger in his conqueror's side;--Too true the blow, for it was hatred's heir; The victor sinks; the helmet straps divide; The casque falls back--oh! God! what sight is there? 'Tis Alix' charming face and golden-cluster'd hair! The nobles, terror-struck, press'd round her form; ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1861 Excerpt: ...with his last dying stride, He plunged his dagger in his conqueror's side;--Too true the blow, for it was hatred's heir; The victor sinks; the helmet straps divide; The casque falls back--oh! God! what sight is there? 'Tis Alix' charming face and golden-cluster'd hair! The nobles, terror-struck, press'd round her form; The corslet from her bosom they unbound; The Queen herself stoop'd down to stanch the warm Current of life fast gushing from the wound--Ha! who is he that dasheth with a bound, Through the close ranks, in breathless haste to cast Himself beside her on the bloody ground; He locks her head in his embraces fast, He strains his gaze upon her, as it were the last? A thousand kisses on each ashen cheek, And on her livid lips he prints, and cries, "Open your eyes, my own wife; only speak; Speak to me, only, Alix; ope your eyes; 'Tis Raynard calls--your husband by you lies."--Slowly as morning mists up mountains roll, Her eyelids, laden with the death-dews, rise, And with a look so full of love, the whole Of life swims there, she scans the partner of her soul. "Pardon me, my dear lord, the pious cheat Which to my letter plac'd your signet ring; In all a loyal life my first deceit; And pardon me, my sovereign lord and king; This thought, lov'd Raynard, takes from death the sting, That my life's forfeit hath perchance sav'd thine; Thou might'st have fah'n beneath that tiger-spring; Slain by a woman ends his dastard line; To me was the offence, fitly the vengeance mine. "Where is your hand?--my eyes are growing dim; Swear to grant one last boon;"--he sobb'd, "I swear"--"Our child--be father, mother, both to him; For, oh! he now will want a mother's care, --Stoop; let my fingers play among your hair Once more; suppo...
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Add this copy of Nemesis: a Poem, in Four Cantos to cart. $41.63, good condition, Sold by Bonita rated 4.0 out of 5 stars, ships from Newport Coast, CA, UNITED STATES, published 2019 by Wentworth Press.
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