Ximenes, The wreath, and other poems / By J.W. Polidori.

  • John William Polidori
Date:
1819
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Credit: Ximenes, The wreath, and other poems / By J.W. Polidori. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    But what! — bis very lineaments! — tis he! ^ Francesco! Gust. Ah! what voice is that ! my name — [Ximenes retires. Hark! was it not my name? Monk. Your name my Lord — You only dream, as sometimes you are wont. Gust. It may be so; but oft to me the air Sounds as a distant bell, with threatening toll Against my crimes ^— yet others hear it not. [Exit with the procession. XiM. ’Tis well; for had I inadvertently Betrayed myself, then hopeless were revenge. — Enter Rinaldo. Good friend! a word — if fame belie you not, You are kind hosts, and strangers all receive A friendly welcome here, I fain would know What solemn errand guides yon holy train. Rin. You doubtless in the midst perceived a man Bent down by weight of grief, not worn with age — His trembling feet could scarcely bear him on. His haggard eye upon the ground was fixt. Fearing alike on heaven or man to look. — XiM. I noted him— barefoot he trod the ground
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