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Attendant * My lord , you are disturbed , lJave you seen aught ? ffesperus . I lay upon my bed , AiA iomething in the air , out-jetting night , Cbnvertinfir feeliner to intenser vision .
Ffcktored its ghasfly self upon my soul Deeper than sight . Attendant . This is delusion , surely . Hesperus * Lift up the hangings , mark the doors , the corners—Seest nothing yet ? No face of fiend-like mirth More frightful than the fixed and dogged grin Of a dead madman ?
Attendant Nought I see , my lord . Hesperus . Heard ye then ? There was a sound , as though some marble tongue Moved on its rusty hinge , syllabling harshly The hoarse death-rattle into speech . "—p . 47 .
The horror works upon him more powerfully when he is alone again : —
There is a snuff of blood . [ Grasps his dagger convulsively . Who placed this iron aspic in my hand ? Speak ! who is at my ear ? YHe turns and addresses Ms shadow .
I know thee now , I know the hideous laughter of thy face . 'Tis Malice * eldest imp , the heir of hell , Red-handed Murther . Slow it whispers me , Coaxingly with its serpent voice . Well sung , Syren of Acheron . Ill not look on thee :
Why does thy frantic weapon dig the air With such most frurhful vehemence . "
* * * * p . 49 . There is another scene of the same thrilling power , by a feuifekle ' s grave . The dreariness of the place is perfectly conveyed m theie words : — " Know ' st thou these rankling hemlocks ? 8
: "•*;¦ - Even now I heard a stir As if the buried turned them in their Bhrouds For mere unquiet . "—p . 63 . The heavy consciousness of approaching fate is finely portrayed in Floribel ) alone in her cottage waiting for her huftband , and the charge to her mother as she goes out to meet him is sweetly natural : — " How gloomily , the clouds look , and the wind Rattles amoi& IKSfen fees dbte 1 % ; He will be very < M ; heap Hji Mtfre/—jp . « 4 .
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160 Dramatic Recollections .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 1, 1837, page 150, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1829/page/24/
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