. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. he cried, be bloodfor treason treachery, for dishonordoom !Yet will I know whence come they or bywhom.• Show, for thou canst — give forth thefated guide me, priest, to that mysteriousroomWhere, if aught true in old tradition be,His nations future fates a Spanish kingshall see. Ill-fated Prince! recall the pause ere yet the omen thou obey!Bethink, yon spell-bound portal wouldaffordNever to former monarch entrance-way;Nor shall it ever ope, old records say. Save to a kin
. The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, baronet; ed. with a careful revision of the text. he cried, be bloodfor treason treachery, for dishonordoom !Yet will I know whence come they or bywhom.• Show, for thou canst — give forth thefated guide me, priest, to that mysteriousroomWhere, if aught true in old tradition be,His nations future fates a Spanish kingshall see. Ill-fated Prince! recall the pause ere yet the omen thou obey!Bethink, yon spell-bound portal wouldaffordNever to former monarch entrance-way;Nor shall it ever ope, old records say. Save to a king, the last of all his line,W^hat time his empire totters to decay,And treasondigs beneath her fatal mine,And high above impends avenging wrathdivine. — Prelate ! a monarchs fate brooks nodelay ;Lead on! — The ponderous key theold man took,And held the winking lamp, and led winding stair, dark aisle, and on an ancient gateway bent his look;And, as the key the desperate muttered thunders the cathedralshook, THE VISION OF DON RODERICK. 257. And twice he stopped and twice neweffort made,Till the huge bolts rolled back and the loudhinges brayed. Long, large, and lofty was that vaultedhall;Roof, walls, and floor were all of mar-ble polished marble, black as funeral pall,Carved oer with signs and paly light, as of the dawning, shoneThrough the sad bounds, but whencethey could not window to the upper air was none;Yet by that light Don Roderick coulddescryWonders that neer till then were seen bymortal eye. Grim sentinels, against the upper molten bronze, two Statues heldtheir place;Massive their naked limbs, their frowninp-foreheads golden they seemed for kings of giantrace, That lived and sinned before the aveng-ing flood ;This grasped a scythe, that rested on amace ;This spread his wings for flight, thatpondering stubborn seemed and stern, i
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