Identifier: l00ucilelyttrich (find matches)
Title: Lucile
Year: 1868 (1860s)
Authors: Lytton, Edward Robert Bulwer Lytton, Earl of, 1831-1891
Subjects: Du Maurier, George, 1834-1896
Publisher: London : Chapman and Hall, 193, Piccadilly
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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, receding in silence, to meetThe powers of the night, which, now gathering afar,Had already sent forward one bright, signal star.The curls of her soft and luxuriant hair.From the dark riding-hat, which Lucile used to wear,Had escaped ; and Lord Alfred now coverd with kissesThe redolent warmth of those long falling tresses.Neither he, nor Lucile, felt the rain, which not yetHad ceased falling around them; when, splashd, drenchd, and wet,The Due de Luvois down the rough mountain courseApproachd them as fast as the road, and his horseWhich was limping, would suffer. The beast had just now
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CANTO IV. LUCILE. 71 Lost his footing, and over the perilous browOf the storm-haunted mountain his master had thrown ;But the Duke, who was agile, had leapd to a stone,And the horse, being bred to the instinct which fillsThe breast of the wild mountaineer in these hills,Had scrambled again to his feet; and now masterAnd horse bore about them the signs of disaster,As they heavily footed their way through the mist,The horse with his shoulder, the Duke with his wrist,Bruised and bleeding-. If ever your feet, like my own,O reader, have traversed these mountains alone.Have you felt your identity shrink and contractAt the sound of the distant and dim cataract,In the presence of natures immensities ? Say,Have you hung oer the torrent, bedewd with its spray,And, leaving the rock-way, contorted and rolld.Like a huge couchant Typhon, fold heapd over fold,Trackd the summits, from which every step that you treadRolls the loose stones, with thunder below, to the bedOf invisible waters, whose mysti

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