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Julia of Louvain ; or, Monkish Cruelty | ||
SCENE VII.
An Interior View of the Convent.Nuns discovered in attitudes of devotion—the Lady Abbess introduces Julia, who shudders at the melancholy picture before her, but resolves on taking the veil, though strongly dissuaded from it by Sister Theresa, in the following
PATHETIC BALLAD.
Hark! yon solemn awful bell
Commands you bid the world adieu;
With lonely solitude to dwell,
No ray of hope, no change in view!
Commands you bid the world adieu;
With lonely solitude to dwell,
No ray of hope, no change in view!
Sad victim! Prisoner forlorn!
By the taper's dying light,
The Nun's sad bosom pants for morn,
While grief prolongs her tedious night.
By the taper's dying light,
The Nun's sad bosom pants for morn,
While grief prolongs her tedious night.
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Hard penance rigid zeal must prove,
Pale poverty her steps attend;
Religion quench the flame of love,
And death alone appear a friend.
Pale poverty her steps attend;
Religion quench the flame of love,
And death alone appear a friend.
However, at her request, she for the present becomes but a novice—on withdrawing to exchange her dress for that purpose, St. Pierre enters with Father Boneffe, whom he bribes to destroy her or make her his, at the same time agreeing for the concurrence of the abbess.
BRAVURA—St. PIERRE.
The tempest rages here! in vain
I bid the storm depart;
Ambition racks my tortur'd brain,
And tyrant love my heart.
I bid the storm depart;
Ambition racks my tortur'd brain,
And tyrant love my heart.
Give to my arms the scornful maid,
Tho' hatred be her dower;
Or on the cold earth see her laid,
The victim of my power!
Tho' hatred be her dower;
Or on the cold earth see her laid,
The victim of my power!
Thus, should the timid hare essay,
T'escape the watchful tyger's eyes,
He eager fastens on his prey,
It faintly struggles, groans, and dies.
T'escape the watchful tyger's eyes,
He eager fastens on his prey,
It faintly struggles, groans, and dies.
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