(“Les Turcs ont passes la.”) [XVIII., June 10, 1828.] All is a ruin where rage knew no bounds: Chio is levelled, and loathed by the hounds, For shivered yest’reen was her lance; Sulphurous vapors envenom the place Where her true beauties of Beauty’s true race Were lately linked close in the dance. Dark is the […]

(“Sara, belle d’indolence.”) [XIX., August, 1828.] In a swinging hammock lying, Lightly flying, Zara, lovely indolent, O’er a fountain’s crystal wave There to lave Her young beauty–see her bent. As she leans, so sweet and soft, Flitting oft, O’er the mirror to and fro, Seems that airy floating bat, Like a feather From some sea-gull’s […]

(“Vous etes singulier.”) [MARION DELORME, Act I., June, 1829, played 1831.] MARION (smiling.) You’re strange, and yet I love you thus. DIDIER. You love me? Beware, nor with light lips utter that word. You love me!–know you what it is to love With love that is the life-blood in one’s veins, The vital air we […]

La Vieuville was suddenly cut short by a cry of despair, and at the same time a noise was heard wholly unlike any other sound. The cry and sounds came from within the vessel. The captain and lieutenant rushed toward the deck, but could not get down. All the gunners were pouring up in dismay. […]