The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.Radcliffe, Ann Ward
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The Romance of the Forest, interspersed with some pieces of poetry.
Radcliffe, Ann Ward
Gothic fiction
From this chapel he passed into the nave of the great church, of which
one window, more perfect than the rest, opened upon a long vista of the
forest, through which was seen the rich colouring of evening, melting by
imperceptible gradations into the solemn gray of upper air. Dark hills,
whose outline appeared distinct upon the vivid glow of the horizon,
closed the perspective. Several of the pillars, which had once supported
the roof, remained the proud effigies of sinking greatness, and seemed
to nod at every murmur of the blast over the fragments of those that had
fallen a little before them. La Motte sighed. The comparison between
himself and the gradation of decay which these columns exhibited, was
but too obvious and affecting. A few years, said he, and I shall become
like the mortals on whose relicks I now gaze, and, like them too, I may
be the subject of meditation to a succeeding generation, which shall
totter but a little while over the object they contemplate ere they also
sink into the dust.
Retiring from the scene, he walked through the cloisters, till a door,
which communicated with the lofty part of the building, attracted his
curiosity. He opened this, and perceived across the foot of the
staircase another door;--but now, partly checked by fear, and partly by
the recollection of the surprise his family might feel in his absence,
he returned with hasty steps to his carriage, having wasted some of the
precious moments of twilight and gained no information.
Some slight answer to Madame La Motte's inquiries, and a general
direction to Peter to drive carefully on and look for a road,
was all that his anxiety would permit him to utter. The night shade
fell thick around, which, deepened by the gloom of the forest,
soon rendered it dangerous to proceed. Peter stopped; but La Motte,
persisting in his first determination, ordered him to go on. Peter
ventured to remonstrate, Madame La Motte entreated, but La Motte
reproved--commanded, and at length repented; for the hind wheel rising
upon the stump of an old tree, which the darkness had prevented Peter
from observing, the carriage was in an instant overturned.
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