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. 1841 Excerpt: ...doors unbarred, Free ingress offered--all o'er-scared--Refused he then to enter there, And fled away in wild despair, Though well-known voices called him still, And bade him fear nor wrong nor ill!--Then where the flames his passage stayed--He turned--and bounded back dismayed--Outbreathed, --but leaping to and fro, As ...
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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. 1841 Excerpt: ...doors unbarred, Free ingress offered--all o'er-scared--Refused he then to enter there, And fled away in wild despair, Though well-known voices called him still, And bade him fear nor wrong nor ill!--Then where the flames his passage stayed--He turned--and bounded back dismayed--Outbreathed, --but leaping to and fro, As wild bulls in the prairies go, --Where in the West, --their chosen ground With rings of fire the hunters bound!--And still he dreamed on every side On blood-red steeds the Demons ride--He yelled--he foamed--he ramped--he leapt--Then loud his grey-haired mother wept!--That sad sound stayed his phrenzied dream--He answered with one long-drawn scream, Then came and crouched him at her feet, Sweltering and sick with haste and heat;--But still 'gainst all entreaties proof, He would not seek that sheltering roof, --He would not to the Church repair, Though suppliant, round him, knelt they there!--XXVII. And round hiin still they suppliant knelt, In hopes his rude resolve to melt, While in the Sacred Fane, ere long, Resumed their prayers the refluent throng! At length the out-wearied Priest essayed To force, hy strong Coercion's aid, His brother to the sacred shade!--Then deafening rang his shrieks of dread, --The ear-splitting yells far-echoing spread--Till these brought hurrying to the spot That reckless band--that ruffian knot;--For booty these were prowling round, Enraged that there no spoils abound!--And maddening at the waste they found!--Right gladly marking then the groupe, Came trampling on the unpitying troop, --"A Priest!--a Priest!--now he shall shew Where stores of hidden treasures glow--Since heaps of gold and gems have these!"--Thus shout they loud, --and roughly seize The unhappy Priest, who thrilled with fear For all his best-bel...
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