Roderick, the last of the Goths : $b A tragic poemSouthey, Robert
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Roderick, the last of the Goths : $b A tragic poem
Southey, Robert
Roderick, King of the Visigoths, -711? -- Poetry
sorrows, and wrongs which you have endured. And then she turned toward
the King, for the Devil thought thus to tempt him, and make him break
the penance which he had begun; and certes I ween there was no living
man who would not right gladly have approached her. And then before
him, in his sight, she began to comb and to plait her golden locks. And
the King, seeing how beautiful she was, began to tremble all over, as
if he had been struck with palsy; and he lost his judgment again, and
became entranced, and remained thus a long while before he came again to
himself. And it was revealed to him again that he should take heed how
the Devil tempted him, and that he should have firm hope in God, and not
break the penance which the holy Hermit had appointed him. But ever when
he recovered from these trances, he forgot all which had been revealed
to him while he was entranced; and now he found that there was a large
_estrado_ placed by him, and that La Cava was lying there beside him
on some pillows, which were richly wrought in gold, undrest, as he had
seen her, and that she said to him, Come, sir, for you tarry long, and
it will soon be day-break. And the King seeing her so near him, then he
was greatly troubled, yet could he not withdraw his eyes from her: but
he called to mind how the Holy Spirit of God had bade him that he should
always confide in his name, and place his true hope in the sign of the
cross. And he clasped his hands, and lifted them towards Heaven, and
weeping bitterly, and in great contrition, he said, O Lord and very God,
Jesus Christ, deliver me from all temptation, and preserve my soul, that
it fall not into perdition. And while he was praying thus, he saw how
there came from the hermitage a great brightness, and he said, Deliver
me, Lord, from the power of the Devil, that I may not be deceived, nor
withdrawn from thy holy service. And at that hour he made the sign of the
cross upon his forehead, and blest himself; and at that hour the false
Cava fell down the rock into the sea, with such a sound as if the whole
world were falling to pieces, and with the plunge which she made the sea
dashed up so high, that where the oratory was the King was wetted with
the spray. And he remained in such astonishment, that he could not for
an hour recover himself. And when he came to himself he began to pray
with great repentance, as if he had been on the point of falling into
temptation. And the Holy Spirit of God came to him in that same manner in
which he had seen it the former time. And he fell on his face upon the
ground, and began to lament full bitterly, and to say, Lord, have mercy
upon my soul, and forsake me not among mine enemies, who would withdraw
me from thee. And the Holy Spirit said to him, O King, of little faith,
how hast thou been on the point of perishing! And the King made no reply,
for he did nothing but weep. And the Holy Spirit of God said to him,
Take heed, King, lest the Devil deceive thee, and have power over thee,
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