Sintram and his companions . CHAPTER XII Where the sea-beach was wildest, and the cliffs moststeep and rugged, and close by the remains of three shat-tered oaks, haply marking where, in heathen times, humanvictims had been sacrificed, now stood Sintram, leaning,as if exhausted, on his drawn sword, and gazing intentlyon the dancing waves. The Moon had again shone forth ;and as her pale beams fell on his motionless figure throughthe quivering branches of the trees, he might have beentaken for some fearful idol-image. Suddenly some oneon the left half raised himself out of the high witheredgrass,
Sintram and his companions . CHAPTER XII Where the sea-beach was wildest, and the cliffs moststeep and rugged, and close by the remains of three shat-tered oaks, haply marking where, in heathen times, humanvictims had been sacrificed, now stood Sintram, leaning,as if exhausted, on his drawn sword, and gazing intentlyon the dancing waves. The Moon had again shone forth ;and as her pale beams fell on his motionless figure throughthe quivering branches of the trees, he might have beentaken for some fearful idol-image. Suddenly some oneon the left half raised himself out of the high witheredgrass, uttered a faint groan, and again lay down. Thenbetween the two companions began this strange talk: SINTRAM AND HIS COMPANIONS. 51 Thou that raovest thyself so strangely in the grass,dost thou belong to the living or to the dead 1 As one may take it. I am dead to heaven and joy—I live for hell and anguish. Methinks that I have heard thee before. Oh, yes. Art thou a troubled spirit? and was thy life-bloodpoured out here of
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