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There is great pathos in her struggles : — " Xavier * Thou ' rt very pale and very silent , Rachel , And I part fear the verdure of thy soul
Hath been much blighted by one passing storm ; That resolution in your woman ' s heart—By love and high ambition palaced there-Is somewhat reeling from her constancy : I should be loth to deem thee feeble , girl .
Rachel . I ' ve been upon the dark brink of the grave ; A hundred swords were thirsty for my blood—And death , think what we will , is terrible—I have been hurled from a most mountainous
And giddy elevation of delight , To the low valley and drear depths of woe ; Arragon ' s king and RacheVs high heart ' s god Hath shut me from his throne and from his heart , I look'd to wear a crown where now are ashes—; # # * # #
O would I did not love him !—' tis my heart ? That , beating , shakes the fix'd strength of my soul . "^—pp , $ 0 , 51 . n the last scene the two characters come together in still re forcible contrast . Their cause is ruined , their lhfes in bant peril , and Rachel , alone in the Jew ' s Temple , is leaning the altar :-
—" Rachel , There is a peace and holy quiet here , At variance with my spirit , which it lulls not . The shadow of some lowering ill falls on me , Arguing the substance nigh—O , what ' s to fear ?—
That horrible dream I tis on my vision now ; And like the ghost o' the murder'd , will not vanish ! Ha ! that dull bell seems tolling for my death—There ' s tumult in the streets , and in the temple I What should the meaning be ?—is the end come ? ? * * # #
\_ Noise of a bolt Jailing , Enter Xavier in his Priest ' s habit , , ¦ ¦ > ¦ s . ¦ ¦ Xjpiviey . 'Tis bolted ; and a breathing space is left us . Rachel * diir hour is come ; think on thy soul , 1 * 6 ^ it must straight to heaven : thi s being 1 fadesof
Byem ^ ow the consciousness life ' s half gone . A 4 ld at the portal of Eternity Darkly we stand sublime . ¦ & , * what a terror $ ta * ea > m thine eye J ^ Scion of Israel ' s king's ! FefttfjBtithouL to ¦ $$ , ? ,. l \ p heard ! thee speak of ! death
A ^ ft ^^ gian ^ an ; , ^ » J (/ Jr . ( l / , M ; ^ a ^ ng- ^ WF ^ i ^ Wstefy ^ ,,,, ;• , > , ; , / ¦ ,-. » , -, , , . * E \ f n tp fye ( WYptod ; , h ^| a ij t now ? : % - u ,..,, ., Fhy soul is aead already !
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), March 1, 1837, page 56, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1829/page/30/
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