The Guests of Brazil; Or, the Martyrdom of Frederick. a Tragedy

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1844. Excerpt: ... THE GUESTS OF BRAZIL. Act. I.--Scene I. An apartment in the mansion of Festino; a casement opens upon faintly illumined darkness. Festino returning from the balcony. Festino (solus). The storm has ceased, --but still the dismal clouds And darkness starless hover in the sky. For a long time the surge will hoarsely fret, And to the blackness of the hideous night The waves will fling defiance, and will find No hour as yet for rest. (Enter Amina.) x Welcome! Amina dear: Despondency, my love, is weighing down My soul most heavily. And yet I think I would not wish the sadness gone. I'd hear From you a mournful song.--Ah, sadly well Remember I the night your mother died! (May Heaven give rest to her angelic soul!) The night was dense, like this, and loud the sea Roared on the coast of rocks. She tcok the lute, And in a feeling tone breathed feebly forth A strain which touched my soul. You know its words; Pray sing, --while sympathizing with its strain, I hear a heightened roar of waves--1 In a subdued contemplative tone) Those lions wandering o'er the desert sea, In search o. argosies as prey. Amina singing). The brightly-golden hush of day Has long becharmed our waking hours; And to the silence of the Past--Unwet by Grief's tumultuous showers--Weeks have flown by. They're gone! they're gone! All bathed in light as from the sun. 1 heir struggling stars and conquering moons Beguiled thee forth, and in the night Mfcde visible thy form, young Love! And touched thy arrow-points with light, From moonbeams ravished, --as refined, As strangely maddening to the mind; Thou hast been in the pomps which glare Round Pleasure's throne, where virgins dance; In music's soft empyreal air, Have souls, enkindled by thy glance, Flashed out in that bewildering look, Which youth hath n...