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And down their boasting banners sink !

Decided is the fearful fight.

The day gleams brightly through the night '
And hark, how triumphantly rise on the ear
the roll of the dinim and the fife's note so clear !

Farewell, ye perisli'd comrades brave,-^
Oh, we shall meet beyond the grave I



Mo>rnMaNT of our own Age's sbame,
Oil thy Countn' casting ciidloss blame,

lloussfaii's Grave, bow dear tluju art to me I
Calm rrpose to be to tbj aslios l)l(>8t !
In tby life tlion vainly souglit'st for roHt,

But at lengtb 'twas bere dbtained by tbee !

Wlicn will ancient wounds be covered o'er ?
Wise mem died iu beatlieu days of yore ;

Now 'tis ligbter — yet tliey die again.
Socrates Avas killed by Sopbists ^ale,
Rousseau meets bis d(>atb tbrougb Christians' wile,-

Rousscau — who would fai.i make Cbristiaus men !


From the "Letters of JcxnTS to Raphael ;" at?
Unpublished Romance.

Temperate is tbe Being-Ruler, Friend ! —
On tbose Tbiukers mean let sbame attend

Wbo so anxiously seek Laws to solve !
LiA-ing- Worlds, and Regions of tbe Soul
On one Flywbeel, tow'rd tbeir limit roll ;

Ilcrc my Ne-niou saw tbut Wbeel revolve !

Spberes, — tbe slaves of but onn vein, — it tells
Ronnd tbe migbty world's bearl, as it swells,

Labyriutbine paths to cause to rise —
Spii'its iu entwining Systems laced,
Tow'rd tbe migbty Spirit-Sun to baste.

As the stream to join the ocean flies.

Was't not this Machinery divine.
That oompell'd our Bosoms to entwine

In tbe blest and endless bonds of Lovp *
Raphael, on thine Arm — oh, ecstasy !
Tow'rd tbat migbty Spirit-Sun, e'en I

Oij Perfection's path would gladly rove.


Joy, oh, Joy ! Tliou now art found by me I
I, of millions, have embraced but thee,

And, of millions, mine art thou alone —
Let this world iu Chaos still be lost,
Atoms in confusion wild be tost.

Into one our Hearts for aye have flown !

Must not I, from out thy flamiupj g'^ze,
Of mi/ Rapture seek the answering rays ?

'Tis iu i/iee alone myself I ^'iew —
Fairer still appears the earth so fair,
Brighter in the Loved One's features there

Heaven is mirror'd, — of more dazzling hue„

Sweeter from the Passions' storm to rest,
Melancholy casts upon Love's breast

All the burden of her tearful gloom ;
Does not e'en tormenting Rapture seek,
Li thine eyes that eloquently speak,

Eagerly to find a blissful tomb ?

Stood I in creation all alone.

Spirits I would dream into each stone.

And their forms with kisses then would greet.
When my wailings echoed far and wide,
Would be happy if the rocks replied.

Fool, enough ! to sympathy so sweet.

Lifeless gi-oups are we, if hate we prove,
Gods — if we embrace in kindly love !

While we languish for the Fetters blest —
Upwards through the thousand-varying scale
Of unnumber'd Souls that nought avail.

Docs this godlike impulse raise the breast.

Arm in arm, tow'rd some still higher sphere,
From the Mongol to the Grecian seer.

Who is with the last of seraphs bound,
Roam we on, in dancing orbit bright.
Till iu yonder Sea of endless light

Time and Measure evermore are di"owu'4 !



Fripiulloss wns tlin Miglity Lord of Earth,
l'\ 4t a ]Vau( — ko gave tho Spirit birth,

Mirror blest where His own glories shine ! —
Ne'er his Like has fmiiid tlmt Being high, —
Nought o\t gushes — save Infinity —

From the Spirit-Eegiou's Cup Divine 1


Hark ! Like the sea in wrath tho Heav'ns assailing,
Or like a brook through rocky basin wailing.
Comes from below in groaning agony,
A heavy, vacant, torment-breathirg sigh !

Their faces marks of bitter torture wear,
While from their lips burst curses of despair ;
Their eyes are lioUow, and full of W'oe,

And their looks with heartfelt anguish
Seek Cocytus' stream that runs wailing below,
For the bridge o'er its waters they languish.

And they say to each other in accents of fear,
"Oh, when will the time of Fulfilment appear? "
High over them boundless Eternity quivers.
An d the scythe of Saturnua ail-ruthlessly shivers 1


Those groans of deep anguish no longer resound,
Each accent of sorr<jw, each sigh, is now drown'd

In Elysium's banquets so bright ;
In bliss never-ending, in rapturous song,
As when through the meadows a brook sings along,

Elysium's days take their ilight.

A May-day enduring, a ne'er changing spring
All g'utly its youthful and balm-laden wing

Wave 8 over the sweet smiling plain ;
.In visions ecstatic the days fleet apace.
The Spirit expands through the wide realms of space,

And Truth renda tha Cov'ring in twain.


'Tia here that the bosom is swelling alone,
"With rapture eternal and free from alloy ;

The same of affliction is here e'er unknown,

And sorrow means nought but a more tranquil joy.

The pilgrim beneath these cool shades lays to rest
His feverish limbs by long wand'ring opprest,

His burden behind him for ever he leaves ;
The sickle escapes from the hand of the reaper,
And, lulled by the harp's strains seraphic, the sleeper

Beholds in his vision the harvest's ripe sheaves.

He whose banner war's fierce thunder w^oke.
On whose ears the din of slaughter broke,

'Neath whose foot the mountain quak'd in fear,
Slumbers calmly by the streamlet's side.
While its silvery waters onward glide.

And forgets his wildly-clanging spear.

Here all faithful lovers meet again,
Kiss each other on the verdant plain.

Scented by the balmy zephyr's breath ;
Love here finds once more his crown of gold,
'Gins his endless marriage feast to hold.

Safe for ever from the stroke of Death !


The air is perfum'd with the morning's fresh breeze.
From the bush peer the sunbeams all purple and
While they gleam through the clefts of the dark-waving
And the cloud-crested mountains are golden with light.

With joyful, melodious, ravishing strain,
The lark, as he wakens, salutes the glad sun.

Who glows in the arms of Aurora again.
And blissfully smiling, his race 'gins to run,


■ AUbnil, liglitof day!

Thy sweet gushing ray
Pours down its soft wariutli over pasture and field ;

Witli hues silvcr-tiiigcd

The Meadows are fringed,
And numberless suns in the dewdrop reveal'd.

Young Nature invades

The whispering shades,
Displaying each ravishing charm ;

The soft zepliyr blows,

And kisses the rose,
The plain is sweet-scented with balm.

How higli from yon city the smoke-clouds ascend!
Their neighing, and snorting, and bellowing blend.

The horses and cattle ;
The chariot-wheels rattle
As down to the valley they take their mad way;

And even the forest with life seems to move,
The eagle, and falcon, and hawk soar above.
And flutter their pinions in lleaven's bright ray.

In search of repose

From my heart-rending woes.

Oh, wliere shall my sad spirit lleo ?
The earth's smiling face.
With its sweet youthful grace,

A tomb must, alas, be for m(! !

Arise, tlien, thou sunlight of morning, and iling
O'er plain and o'er forest tliy purple-dyed beiuns I

Thou twilight of evening, all noiselessly sing
In melody soft to the world as it dreams !

ah, sunlight of morning, to me thou but flingest
Tliy ]>urple-dyed beams o'er tlie grave of the past I

Ah, twilight of evening, thy strains thou but siugest
To one whose deep slumbers for ever must last I



Tk offspring of the morning snn,

Ye fio-wers that deck the smiling plain,
Your lives, in joy and bliss begun,

In Nature's love unchanged remain.
"Witii hues of bright and godlike splendor
Sweet Flora graced j'our forms bo tender,

And clothed ye in a garb of light ;
Spring's lovely children, weep for ever.
For living Souls she gave ye never.

And ye must dwell in endless night !

The nightingale and the lark stni sing

In your tranced ears the bliss of love ;
The toying sylphs, on airy wing.

Around your fragrant bosoms rove.
Of yore, Dione's daughter* twining
In garlands sweet your cap so shining,

A pillow form'd v^^here love might rest !
Spring's gentle children mourn for ever,
The joys of love she gave you never,

Ne'er let ye know that feeling blest !

But when ye're gather'd by my hand,

A token of my love to be,
Now that her mother's harsh command

From Nanny's! sight has banished me, -
E'en from that passing touch ye borrow
Those heralds mute of pleasing sorrow,

Life, language, hearts and souls divine ;
And to your silent leaves 'tis given,
By liim who mightiest is in Heaven,

His glorious Godhead to enshrine.

* Venus.
t Originally l.avra. fin's Imviiig bocn cnc nf tlio " Lnurn-Poi^ni'-,"
as tilt; (.(iMiianB call llieni, of wlii- li 8o i-uiiiy i rix'ii'.l in I'le Ar.(ti()lo;;y
/eei; jjrr/acc) . English leadero wiIi probuulr not tl.iiik tmit llio cliauge
^8for Ibu better.



Thou'et welcomo, lovely Btripling I
Tluni Nature's tVmcl delight !

With thy basket filled with flowers,
Thou'Vt •welcome to my sight !

Huzza ! once more we greet thee !

How fair and sweet thou art !
To usher in thy presence

We baste with joyful heart I

Remenfbers't thou my !Maiden 7
Thou never canst forget !

My Maiden lov'd mo dearly, —
My Maiden loves me yet !

For my JMaiden many a fiow'ret
I begg'd of yore from thee —

Once more I make entreaty,
And thou ? — thou giv'st them me !

Thou'rt welcome, lovely stripling !

Thou Nature's fond delight !
With thy basket fill'd with llowerB,
Thou rt welcome to my sight !


kyi I dreaming ? Is mine eye

Dimm'd by some deceiving ray?
Is't my Minna passing bj ,

Turning her cold look away ?
She, who vain of each fair charm,

T^'ans herself so haxightily,
Leajiing on seme fo|)liug's arm, —

Is't my !Minua ? — 'Tis not she 1


On her liglit hat, feathers proud.

Once my gift, are waving yet ;
While her breast-knots cry aloud,

Saj-iug : " Miuna, ne'er forget !"
Flowers still grace her breast, her brow

Foster'd by my loving care ;
Ah, that breast is faithless now, —

Yet those flowers still blossom there '

Go ! Ador'd by empty wits.

Go ? Without a thought of me
Prey to venal hypocrites —

Scorn is all I feel for thee !
Go ! for thee once throbb'd a heai't

Fill'd with stainless purity.
Great enough to bear the smart

That it throbb'd for such as thee !

*Tis by beauty thou'rt betray'd —

By thy features, shameless one !
But their roses soon will fade.

Soon their transient charms be gone !
Swallows that in sijring-time play.

Fly when north winds cold retxirn ;
Age will scare thy wooers gay

Yet a friend thou now canst spur a !

Ah ! methinks I hear thee sigh,

Wreck of what thou once hast heea,
Looking back with streaming eye

To thy May-day's flowery scene.
They who once thy kisses sought,

On the wings of rapture borne.
Make thy vanish 'd youth their siiort,

Laugh thy winter sad to scorn.

'Tis by beauty thou'rt betray'd—

By thy features, shameless one !
But their roses soon will fade.

Soon thy transient charms be gone !
riow I tht n will scoff and jeer ! —

Scoff? Great Heavens ! oh, pardon me J
S will weep full many a t^^ar —

I'ears of anguish weep for thee 1




By Love are blest the Gcnls on high,
Fi-ail man becomes a Deity

"NVlieu Love to him is given ;
'Tis Love that makes the Heavens shine
With hnes more radiant, more divine,

And turns dull Earth to Heaven 1

In Pyrrha's rear (so poets sang

In ages past and gone),
The world from rocky fragment sprang—

Mankind from lifeless stone.

Their soul was but a thing of night.
Like stone and rock their heart ;

The flaming torch of Heav'n so bright
Its glow could ne'er impart.

Young Loves, all g;ently hov'ring round.
Their souls as yet had never bound

In soft an<l rosy chains ;
No feeling INIuse had sought to raise
Their botioms with ennobling lays.

Or sweet, hannonious strains.

Around each other lovingly

No garlands then entwin'd ;
The sorrowing Springs fled tow'rd tlie sky,

And left the Earth behind.

From out the sea Aurora rose

With none to hail her then ;
Tlie sun unhail'd, at daylight's close,

In ocean sank again.

In forests wild, mrm wont astray,
Misled by Luna's cloudy ra )\ —
He bore £ u iroii yol^ ;


He pin'd not for the stars on high.
With yearning for a Deity-
No tears in torrents broke.

But see ! from out the deep-bhie Ocean
Fair Yenus springs with geatle motion ;
The graceful Naiad's smiling band
Conveys her to the gladden'd strand.

A May-like, youthful, Magic power
Entwines, like morning's twilight hour,
Around that form of godlike birth,
The charms of air, sea, heaven, and earthc


The day's sweet eye begins to bloom
Across the forest's midnight gloom ;
Narcissuses, their balm distilling,
The path her footstep treads are filling

A song of I ove sweet Philomel
Soon caroil'd through the grove ;

The streamlet, as it murmuring fell,
Discours'd of nought but Love.

Pygmalion ! Happy one ! Behold !

Life's glow pervades thy marble cold !
Oh, Love, thou conqueror all-divine.
Embrace each happy child of thine 1

By Love are blest the Gods on high,—
Frail man becomes a Deity

"When Love to him is given ;
'Tis Love tliat makes the Heavens shine
With hues more radiant, more divine,

And turns dull Earth to Heaven !

tirA Tiiicirpn op love. li)

Tho Gods tlicir ilnys for over spend
In banquets bright that liave no end, —
In one v.)hi])tu()ns moniing-th-enin,
And quair the Nectar's golden stream.

Enthron'd in aAvful IMajesty,

Kroniou wields tlio bolt on high;
In abject fear Olympus rocks
When •wrathfully he shakes his locks.

Tt other Godf; he leaves his throne,
And fills, disguis'd as Earth's frail son,

The grcve wdth mournful numbers ;
The thunders rest beneath liis feet,
And lull'd by Leda's kisses sweet.

The Giant-Slayer slumbers.

Tlirough the boundless realms of light
Phoebus' golden reins, so bright,

Guide his horses white as snow,

While his tliirts lay Nations low.
But when Love and Harmony
Fill his bn^iist, how willingly

Ceases Phcebus then to heed

llattling dart and snow-white steed 1

See ! Before Kronion's spouse
Every great Immortal bows ;
Proudly soar the peacock pair
As her chariot throne they bear,
Wniilo she decks with crowTi of migbt
Her ambrosial tresses bright.

Beauteous Princess, ah ! with fear

Quakes, before thy splendor. Love,
Seeking, as he ventures near,

With liis power thy bi'east to move !
Boon from her immortal throne

Heaven's great Queen must fain descend,
And in prayer for Beauty's zone,

To the Hoart-Enchainer bend !

50 THE TEItTM^a Of iiOVE.

By Love are blest tlie Gods on Mgh,
Frail man becomes a Deity

When Love to him is given ;
'Tis Love that makes the Hravsns shine
With hurs more radiant, more divine,

And turns dull Earth to Bteaven !

'Tis Love ilhtmes the realms of Night,
For Orcus dark obeys his might,
And bows before his magic spell :
All-kindly looks the King of Hell
At Ceres' daughter's smile so bright, —
Yes — Love illumes the realms of Night '

In Hell were heard, with heavenly sound.
Holding in chains its warder bound,

Thy lays, O Thracian one !
A gentler doom dread Minos pass'd,
While down his cheeks the tears cours'd fast
And e'en around MegiBra's face
The serpents twin'd in fond embrace,

The lashes' work seem'd done.
Driven by Orpheus' lyre away,
The Vulture left his Giant-prey ;*
With gentler motion roll'd along

Dark Lethe and Cocytus' River,
Bnraptur'd, Thracian, by thy song,—

And Love its burden was for ever 1

By Love are blest the Gods on high,
Frail man becomes a Deity

Wlien Love to him is given ;
'Tis Love that makers the Heavens shine
With hues more radiant, more divine.

And tm-QS dull Earth to Heaven !

• TityuB.


Wlierover Nature's sway extonds,
The fraptrant balm of L<jve dosceuJa,

His f^oldi'U pinions quiver ;
If 'twere not Venus' eje that prlonms
Upon me in the moon's soft beams,

In Bu-.i-Ht hill or river, —
If 'twere not Venua smiles on me
From yonder bright and starry sea,
Not stars, not sun, not moonbeams sweet
Could make my heart with rapture beat.
'Tis Love alone that smilingly
Peers forth from Nature's blissful eye,

As from a mirror ever !

Love bids tlie silv'ry streamlet roll
More gently as it sighs along,

And breathes a living, feeling Soul
In Philomel's sweet plaintive song ;

'Tis Love alone that fills the air
With strains from Nature's lute so fait.

Tliou Wisdom vriih the glance of lire,
Thou mighty Goddess, now retire.

Love's power thou now must feel !
To victor proud, to monarch high,
Thou ne'er hast knelt in slaveiT, —

To Love thou now must kneel !
Wlio taught thee boldly how to climb
The steep, but stariy path sublime,

And reach the seats Immortjil ?

Wlio rent the mystic Veil in twain.
And showed thee the Elysian plain

Beyond Death's gloomy portal ?
If Love had beckon'd not from high
Had we gaiu'd Immortality ?
If Love had not inllam'd each thought,
Had we the Master Spirit sought?
'Tis Love that guides the Soul alont.
To Nature's Father's heavenly throne 1


By Love are blest the Gods on liigh,
Frail man becomes a Deity

WHieu Love to liim is given ;
'Tis Love that makes the Heavens shine
With hues more radiant, more divine,

And tnrns dull Earth to Heaven: 1


Enraged against a quondam friend,

To Wisdom once proud Fortune said :
"* I'll give thee treasures "without end,
' ' If thou wilt be my friend instead.

" My choicest gifts to him I gave,
*' And ever blest him with my smile ;

"-And yet he ceases not to crave,
"And calls me niggard all the while.

" Come, Sister, let us friendship vow !

'* So take the money, nothi^ig loih ;
" Why always labor at the plough ?

" Here is enough, I'm sure, for both !

Sage Wisdom laugli'd, — the prudent elf ! —
And wip'd her brow, with moisture hot :

" There runs thy friend to hang himself, —
" Be reconcil'd — I need thee not ! "


Wnr teach that Love is nought but Trifling vain ?—
AVliy cavil at our youthful joyous play ?

Thou art benumb'd in Winter's icy chain.
And yet canst view with scorn the golden May !

Wlien erst thou didst assail the Nymph's bright charms,

A Hero of the Carnival, — didst trip
In G(>iTaan Waltz, — held'st Heaven within tliine arms,

And from the lips of Maidens balm didst sip, —


£{n, F5'^l idon ! if t'lcn EirMi'M pomrrons ball
IL'.J from its axis ,slii)pM Avitii mighty groan,

Thine ears WDuld not liavo heard tlie ht-avy fall,
In Lc vo-liuot twiiiM with Julia into on*; !

Cb, look back now upon thy rosy days !

Learu that Philoscpliy degenerates,
E'en as the pulse with feebler motion plays ;

Thy luiowledge, man Immortal ne'er createe.

'Tis well w^hen, through tin ice cf Senso refin'd,
The fervent blood more fiercely can expand I

Wluit ne'er can be aceomplish'd by mankind,
Lieavo to the inmates <ji a better Lund !

Ajad yet in prison w^alls the Guide of Earth
Confines the Si)ul whose life in Heaven begr-u ;

He will 1 ot l(^t me rise to Angel-worth, —
I fain would follow him, to be a Man I



Now hearken, ye who take delight

In boasting of your worth !
To many a man, to many a knight,
Belov'd in peace and brave in figlit,

The Swabian land gives birth.

Of Charles and Edward, Louis, Guy,

And Frederii'k, ye may boast ;
Charl(>s, Edward, Louis, Frederick, Guy,—
None with Hir Eberhard can vie, —

Himself a mighty host !

And then young TJlerick, his son,

Ha ! how he loved the fray !
Xoung Ulerick, the Count's bold so^


When once the battle had begun,
No foot's-breadth e'er gave way.

The Eeiitliugers, with gnashing teeth;

Saw our bright ranks reveal'd ;
And, panting tor the victor's wreath,
They drew the sword from out the sheath.

And sought the battle-field.

He charged the foe, — but fruitlessly, —

Then, mail-clad, homeward sped ;
Stern anger fill'd his father's eye.
And TTiade the youthful warrior Hy,
And tears of anguish shed.

Now, rascals, quake ! — This grieved him sore^

And rankled in his brain ;
And by his father's beard he swore,
With many a craven townsman's gore

To wash out this foul stain.

Ere long the feud raged fierce and loud, —

Then hasten'd steed and man
To Doffiugen in thronging crowd,
While joy inspir'd the youngster proud, —

And soon the strife began.

Our army's signal- word that day

Was the disastrous fight ;
It spurr'd us on like lightning's ray,
And plunged us dc^ep in bloody fray.

And in the spears' black night.

Tlie youthful Count his pond'rous mace

With lion's rage swung r(uind ;
Destruction stalk'd before his face.
While groans and bowlings fiU'd the place.
And hundreds bit the ground.

'/7oe ! Woo ! A heavy sabre-stroke

Upon his neck descended ;
The sight each warrior's jjity woke —
In vaiii 1 In vain ! No word ho spoke — ■

His course on earth was ended„


Loml wcjjt both fri -iid ami focman then,

ClieckVl was the victor's glow ;
Tlie Count choor'tl tluis his Knights again—
•' My Sou is like all other men, —

" March, chikhvn, 'gainst tho Foe ! "

With greater fury whizzVI each lance.

Revenge iuliani'd the Mood ;
O'er corpses mov'd the fearful dance —
Tho townsmen 11- tl in I'andoni chance

O'er mountain, vale and Hood.

Tlioii back to camp, with trimipets' bray.

Wo hied in joyful haste ;
And wife and child, with roundelay,
Witli clanging cup, and waltzes gay.

Our glorious triumph graced.

And our old Count, — what now does lie o

His sou lies dead befoi'o him;
Within his tent all woefully
He sits alone in agony,

And drops one hot tear o'er him.

And so, with true affection warm,

The Count our Lonl we love ;
Himself a mighty hero-swarm —
The thunders rest within his arm —

He shines like star above I

Farewell, then, ye who take delight

In boasting of your worth !
To many a man, to many a knight,
Belov'd in peace, and brave in hghb.

The Swabian laud gives birth 1






Semele, J'i'incess of Thebes,
ScEiTE — The Palace of Cadmus at Thebes.


Jtjno. {Descending from her chariot, enveloj)ed if
a cloud.) Away, ye JPeacocks, with Biy winged car !
<Jpon Citliseron's cloud-capp'd summit wait !

[ The chariot and cloud vanish
Hail, hail, thou House of my undying anger !
A fearful hail to thee, thou hostile roof,
Ye hated walls ! — This, this, then, is the place
Wliere Jupiter pollutes h-^s marriage bed
Even before the face of mcxleat day !
'Tis here, then, that a woman, a frail mortal,
A dust-created being, dares to lure
The mighty Thunderer from out mine arms,
And hold him i^risoner against her lips !

Juno ! Juuo ! thought of madness !
Thou all lonely and in sadness,

Standest now on Heaven's bright throne ?
Tliough the votive smoke ascondeth.
Though each knee in homage bendeth,

What are they wheu Love has liowu ?


To humblo, alas, eacli too-haughty emotion
That Bwell'J my jjroiid breast, from the foam of the

Fair Venus arose, to enchant Gods and men !
And the Fates my Btill-dfcper abasement decreeing,
Her oflspriug Ilermione brought into being,

And tli6 bliss once mine own can ne'er glad me again I

Amongst the Gods do I not reign the Queen 1

Am I not Sister of the Thunderer ?

Am I not Avife of Zeus the Lord of All ?

Groans not the mighty axis of the Heav'ns

At my command '? Gleams not Olympus' crown

Upon my head ? Ha ! now I fend myself !

In my immortal veins is Krouos' blood,

Eight royallj'- now swells my god-like heart.

Keveugo ! revenge !

Shall she uni)unisli'd ridicule my might?

UupunibhM, discord roll amongst the Gods,

Inviting Eris to invade the courts.

The joj-ous courts of Heuv'n ? Viiin, thoughtless one'

Perish, and learn upon the Stygian stream

The diflference 'twixt divine and earthly dust !

Tliy giant-ai-mor, may it weigh thee down, —

Thy passion for a Gud to atoms crush thee i

Armed with revcngo, as wi-h a coat of mail,

I have descended from Olympus' heights.

Devising sweet, ensnaring, flatt'ring words ;

But in thooe words, death and destruction lurk.

Hark ! 'tis her footstep ! she approaches now, —

Approaches ruin and a certain death !

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