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In secret to that chamber, at an hour
3 Eleonora di Toledo. Of the children that survived her, one fell by a brother, one by a husband, and a third murdered his wife. But that family was soon to become extinct. It is some consolation to reflect that their country did not go unrevenged for the calamities which they had brought upon her. How many of them died by the hands of each other!
And then, but while he held him by the arm,
Well might a youth, Studious of men, anxious to learn and know, When in the train of some great embassy He came, a visitant, to Cosmo's court, Think on the past; and, as he wandered through The ample spaces of an ancient house, Silent, deserted-stop awhile to dwell Upon two portraits there, drawn on the wall Together, as of Two in bonds of love, Those of the unhappy brothers, and conclude, From the sad looks of him who could have told The terrible truth.? Well might he heave a sigh For poor humanity, when he beheld That
very Cosmo shaking o'er his fire, Drowsy, and deaf, and inarticulate, Wrapped in his night-gown, o'er a sick man's mess, In the last stage-death-struck and deadly pale, His wife, another, not his Eleanor, At once his nurse and his interpreter.
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? It was given out that they had died of a contagious fever: and funeral orations were publicly pronounced in their honour.
BY MISS LANDON.
I LOOKED upon his brow,—no sign
Of guilt or fear was there ;
As even o'er Despair
A spirit that could dare
He stood, the fetters on his hand,
He raised them haughtily:
It could not wave on high
On many a torture nigh :
I "In the reign of Otho III., emperor of Germany, the Romans, excited by their Consul, Crescentius, who ardently desired to restore the ancient glory of the Republic, made a bold attempt to shake off the Saxon yoke, and the authority of the popes, whose vices rendered them objects of universal contempt. The Consul was besieged by Otho, in the Mole of Hadrian, which lon; afterwards continued to be called the Tower of Crescentius. Otho, after many unavailing attacks upon this fortress, at last entered into negotiations; and, pledging his imperial word to respect the life of Crescentius, and the rights of the Roman citizens, the unfortunate leader was betrayed into his power, and immediately beheaded, with many of his partisans.”_SISMONDI, History of the Italian Republics, vol. i
I saw him once before ; he rode
Upon a coal-black steed, And tens of thousands thronged the road,
And bade their warrior speed. His helm, his breastplate, were of gold, And graved with many a dent, that told
Of many a soldier's deed; The sun shone on his sparkling mail, And danced his snow-plume on the gale.
But now he stood chained and alone,
The headsman by his side, The plume, the helm, the charger gone;
The sword which had defied The mightiest, lay broken near ; And yet no sign or sound of fear
Came from that lip of pride ; And never king or conqueror's brow Wore higher look than his did now.
He bent beneath the headsman's stroke
With an uncovered eye ;
Who thronged to see him die.
A nation's funeral cry,
THE waters slept. Night's silvery veil hung low On Jordan's bosom, and the eddies curled Their glassy rings beneath it, like the still, Unbroken beating of the sleeper's pulse. The reeds bent down the stream ; the willow leaves, With a soft cheek upon the lulling tide, Forgot the lifting winds; and the long stems, Whose flowers the water, like a gentle nurse, Bears on its bosom, quietly gave way, And leaned, in graceful attitudes, to rest. How strikingly the course of nature tells, By its light heed of human suffering, That it was fashioned for a happier world !
King David's limbs were weary. He had fled From far Jerusalem ; and now he stood, With his faint people, for a little rest Upon the shore of Jordan. The light wind Of morn was stirring, and he bared his brow To its refreshing breath ; for he had worn The mourner's covering, and he had not felt That he could see his people until now. They gathered round him on the fresh green bank, And spoke their kindly words; and, as the sun Rose in heaven, he knelt among them there, And bowed his head upon his hands to pray. Oh! when the heart is full—when bitter thoughts Come crowding thickly up for utterance, And the poor common words of courtesy Are such an empty mockery–how much The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer !