Parisina; a poem

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1824 Excerpt: ...I know not! but if thou see'st what / am, I think thou wilt forgive him, whom his God Can ne'er forgive, nor his own soul.--Farewell! I must not, dare not touch what I have made thee, I, who sprung from the same womb with thee, drain'd The same breast, clasped thee often to my own, In fondness brotherly and boyish, to Can never meet thee more, nor evelrdare To do that for thee, which thou should'st have done For me--compose thy limbs into their grave--The first grave yet dug for mortality. But who hath 4"g that grave? Oh, earth! Oh, earth 1 For all the fruits thou hast render'd to me, I Give thee back this.--Now for the wilderness. adah stoops damn and kisses the body of Abel. Adah. A dreary, and an early doom, my brother, Has been thy lot! Of all who mourn for thee, I alone must not weep. My office is Henceforth to dry up tears, and not to shed them; But yet, of all who mourn, none mourn like me, Not only for thyseff, but him who slew thee. Now, Cain? I will divide thy burden with thee. f'ulu. Eastward from Eden will we take our way! 'Tis the most desolate, and suits my steps..'dull. Lead! thou shalt be my guide, and may our God Be thine! Now let us carry forth our children. Cain. And he who lieth there was childless. I Have dried the fountain of a gentle race, Which might havfc graced his recent marriage couch, And might have temper'd this stern blood of mine, Uniting with our children Abel's offspring 1 O Abel! if Adah. Peace be with him I Cain. But with me Exeunt. THE END. V A FRAGMENT OF A TURKISH TALE. BY THE EIGHT HONOURABLE LORD BYRON. One fatal remembrance--one sorrow, that throws Its bleak shade alike o'er our joys and our woes--To which Life nothing darker nor brighter can bring, For which Joy hath no balm, and Affliction no ating. Moobe. PR...