Leila; or, The siege of Granada: and Calderon, the courtier . ith thatvirgin blood. Leila fell in the arms of her lover;her dim eyes rested upon his countenance, as it shoneupon her, beneath his lifted visor — a faint and tendersmile played upon her lips — Leila was no more. One hasty glance Almamen cast upon his victim,and then, with a wild laugh, that woke every echo inthe dreary aisles, he leaped from the place. Brand-ishing his bloody weapon above his head, he dashedthrough the coward crowd ; and, ere even the startledDominican had found a voice, the tramp of his head-long steed rang upon
Leila; or, The siege of Granada: and Calderon, the courtier . ith thatvirgin blood. Leila fell in the arms of her lover;her dim eyes rested upon his countenance, as it shoneupon her, beneath his lifted visor — a faint and tendersmile played upon her lips — Leila was no more. One hasty glance Almamen cast upon his victim,and then, with a wild laugh, that woke every echo inthe dreary aisles, he leaped from the place. Brand-ishing his bloody weapon above his head, he dashedthrough the coward crowd ; and, ere even the startledDominican had found a voice, the tramp of his head-long steed rang upon the air: an instant — and allwas silent. But over that murdered girl leaned the Moor, asyet incredulous of her death; her head, still unshornof its purple tresses, pillowed on his lap—her icyhand clasped in his, and her blood weltering fast overhis armour. None disturbed him ; for, habited as theknights of Christendom, none suspected his faith ; andall, even the Dominican, felt a thrill of sympathy athis distress. With the quickness of comprehension. Jtend^Tit JiiiiisAeA fi>r vu> Pr: jru/man, &? Cf-Patcrmster fijr THE SACRIFICE. 277 common to those climes, they understood at once thatit was a lover who sustained that beautiful clay. Howhe came hither, with what object — what hope, theirthoughts were too much locked in pity to , voiceless and motionless, bent the Moor ; untilone of the monks approached and felt the pulse, toascertain if life was, indeed, utterly gone. The Moor, at first, waved him haughtily away; but,when he divined the monks purpose, suffered him insilence to take the beloved hand. He fixed on himhis dark and imploring eyes; and, when the fatherdropped the hand, and, gently shaking his head,turned away, a deep and agonising groan was all thatthe audience heard from that heart in which the lastiron of fate had entered. Passionately he kissed thebrow, the cheeks, the lips, of the hushed and angelface — and rose from the spot. Wha
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