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were the remains of commanding beauty in her countenance ; and the majesty of her presence awed even the rabble into respect . "A multitude of Christian prisoners were then brought forth ; and
Alahor cried oat—* Behold the wife of Count Julian ; behold one of that traitorous family which has brought ruin upon yourselves and upon your country / And he ordered that they should stone her to death . * * * So the cruel order was executed and the Countess Frandina perished by the hands of her countrymen . "—p . 328 .
Altogether , the " Legends of the Conquest of Spain " make a very interesting volume , and by its publication the author of the " Sketch Book" has added another to the many delightful works with which he has enriched our literature .
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An Invitation to the Country . 89
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Opt have I woo'd thee with my rustic lyTe , ( The muse ' s warmth , though not the muse ' s fire , ) To leave those regions of imperfect day For nature ' s |> urer breath , and brighter ray : Ah ! not unknown to thee her varied charms , —
The purple beam that gladdens while it warms , The fragrant airs of blushing roses born , The glow of even , and the smile of morn . No longer now the breath of primrose pale And hidden violet scents the vernal gale ; And summer ' s brighter blooms have passed away Its fading roses chide thy long delay .
No more the sky-lark lures the dazzled sight To trace beyond the clouds his warbling flight Silent yon wood , that late with music rung , As swelling his soft notes , the blackbird sung His plaintive song : the robin trills alone ,
Mournful of all his sweet companions gone ; High on the poplar ' s airy bough he swings , And to the parting day his vespers siuga . Yet , though despoil'd ot all her gaudier charms Nature is lovely still—and to her amis Would woo thee back , and thou wilt love her more
Than when her brow its rosy garland wore : Now distant suns emit a paler ray , And day with swifter footsteps glides away , Nor leaves , as blie was wont , her glittering ve * t Of gold and purple to adorn the west . With melancholy pace , and aspect pale Grey twilight comes , and flings her shadowy veil Athwart the sky—while plaintive sighs the gale . C . P .
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AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1836, page 89, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2654/page/25/
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