-"Long has my arm forgot to wield "Peace to this brown oak's hallow'd fhade! "Know'st thou not Siegmar, Herman's fire, "For fuch is vengeful Odin's will Still then, when midnight hours permit "Pale fpe&tres Hela's realm to quit, "I feek this hallow'd place; "With tears bedew thefe crimson blots, "And strive to wash away the spots "No pains can now efface!" Ha He ceased; when Odin's eagle came, "Son!" faid the chief, with horror chill'd, While down his brows cold dews diftill'd, "Now take your fword in hand, "And fwear with me, each drop of gore, No. No. IV. ALONZO THE BRAVE AND FAIR IMOGINE. ORIGINAL. -M. G. LEWIS. This was first published in the Third Volume of Ambrosio, or the Monk, A WARRIOR fo bold and a virgin fo bright They gazed on each other with tender delight: The maid's was the Fair Imogine. "And, oh !" faid the youth, "fince to-morrow I go "To fight in a far-diftant land, "Your tears for my absence foon leaving to flow, "Some other will court you, and you will beftow "On a wealthier fuitor your hand.”— "Oh! hush these fufpicions," Fair Imogine faid, "Offenfive to love and to me! "For, if you be living, or if you be dead, "Ifwear by the Virgin, that none in your stead "Shall husband of Imogine be. "And if e'er for another my heart should decide, "Forgetting Alonzo the Brave, "God grant, that, to punish my falfehood and pride "Your ghoft at the marriage may fit by my fide, "May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride, "And bear me away to the grave !?? To Palestine haften'd the hero fo bold; His love fhe lamented him fore: But fcarce had a twelvemonth elapfed, when behold, His treasure, his prefents, his fpacious domain, He dazzled her eyes; he bewilder'd her brain; And now had the marriage been blefs'd by the priest; The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feaft; Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceased, Then firft with amazement Fair Imogine found His air was terrific; he utter'd no found; His vizor was clofed, and gigantic his height; All pleasure and laughter were hufh'd at his fight; His prefence all bofoms appear'd to difmay; At length spoke the bride, while fhe trembled:-" I pray, The lady is filent: the ftranger complies, Oh! then what a fight met Fair Imogine's eyes! All |