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
At the return of spring it was Clara's care to direct the young shoots
of the plants, to nurse the budding flowers, and to shelter them with
the luxuriant branches of the shrubs from the cold blasts that descended
from the mountains. In summer she usually rose with the sun, and visited
her favourite flowers while the dew yet hung glittering on their leaves.
The freshness of early day, with the glowing colouring which then
touched the scenery, gave a pure and exquisite delight to her innocent
heart. Born amid scenes of grandeur and sublimity, she had quickly
imbibed a taste for their charms, which taste was heightened by the
influence of a warm imagination. To view the sun rising above the Alps,
tinging their snowy heads with light, and suddenly darting his rays over
the whole face of nature--to see the fiery splendour of the clouds
reflected in the lake below, and the roseate tints first steal upon the
rocks above--were among the earliest pleasures of which Clara was
susceptible. From being delighted with the observance of nature, she
grew pleased with seeing her finely imitated, and soon displayed a taste
for poetry and painting. When she was about sixteen she often selected
from her father's library those of the Italian poets most celebrated for
picturesque beauty, and would spend the first hours of morning in
reading them under the shade of the acacias that bordered the lake. Here
too she would often attempt rude sketches of the surrounding scenery;
and at length by repeated efforts, assisted by some instruction from her
brother she succeeded so well as to produce twelve drawings in crayon,
which were judged worthy of decorating the parlour of the chateau.
Young La Luc played the flute, and she listened to him with exquisite
delight, particularly when he stood on the margin of the lake, under her
beloved acacias. Her voice was sweet and flexible, though not strong,
and she soon learned to modulate it to the instrument. She knew nothing
of the intricacies of execution; her airs were simple, and her style
equally so; but she soon gave them a touching expression, inspired by
the sensibility of her heart, which seldom left those of her hearers
unaffected.
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