Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 4, October 1841Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 4, October 1841
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The nurse had often silenced her,
With fearful tales of him—
God shield her! did not something stir
Within that corner dim?
A gleam across the chamber floor—
A white thing in the river—
One long, shrill, shivering scream, no more,
And all is still forever!
* * * * *
THE ROMAN BRIDE.
A TALE OF THE WESTERN EMPIRE.
BY THE AUTHOR OF “THE BROTHERS,” “CROMWELL,” “RINGWOOD THE ROVER,” ETC.
The might and glory which had of yore reared the imperial city to its
throne of universal domination, had long ago departed from the
degenerate and weak posterity of the world’s conquerors! The name of
Roman was but the lucid meteor of the charnel imparting a faint lustre
to corruption and decay! The bold hordes of the hardy north had
oftentimes already avenged the wrongs done by the elder Cæsar, while the
frail silken puppets, who had succeeded to his style and station,
trembled in the unguarded capital at every rumor from beyond the Danube.
For, to the limits of that mighty river had they extended, years before
the time of which we write, their arms, their arts, their sciences, and
their religion—the pure and holy doctrines of the crucified Redeemer.
All the Dalmatian coast of the bright gulf of Venice, now little more
known than the wilds of central Asia, was studded with fair towns, and
gorgeous palaces, and gay suburban villas; and all the wide spread
plains of Thrace and Thessaly, now forest-clad and pathless, save to the
untamed klepht or barbarous tartar, waved white with crops of grain, and
blushed with teeming vineyards, and nurtured a dense happy population.
At times indeed the overwhelming deluge of barbarian warfare had burst
upon those fertile regions; and, wheresoever it burst,
“With sweepy sway
Their arms, their arts, their gods were whirled away—”
yet ever, when the refluent billows ebbed, the grass had sprung up green
and copious even in the horse tramps of the innumerable cavalry that
swelled the armies of the north, and the succeeding summer had smiled on
meads and vineyards abundant as before, and on a population careless and
free and jocund.
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