The World's Own (Paperback)

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. 1857. Excerpt: ... Or lilies, for the altar of their saint. You see, it is my fortune that they fade. God, when he made them so, remembered us. (Exit.) LEONORA..'T is wild to flaunt with posies in the street, --But, could I meet him, I'd be thus arrayed; The white and red, for Love and Truth, just here, Where the thin folds are gathered on my breast. This was the toilet of my happiest days, And still it seems familiar. Hearken, Katchen Should God recall my spirit ere we meet, And heaven, not earth, unfold that blissful hour, 'T is thus thou shalt adorn me for my bier; Thus will I make my progress to the tomb, --For he might pass me, fading in my shroud, And smile to see me still attired for him. Suddenly turning her head.) There comes a sound of horses' hoofs this way--O, ever, when I hear it, leaps my heart Enter Lothair and Helen at the further end of the stage; they walk along as in the street. Leonore and Katchen have retired a little in the background. LOTHAIR (to HELEN). 'T will rest you, love, to walk this quaint old street, And hunt its treasures, while the horses stand. The tedious chariot wearies us and them; Grand, like our state, but slow and irksome too. HELEN. I thank you. I was eager to descend, Cramped with long sitting. Will our boy be safe, Think you? LOTHAIK. Why, what should harm him where he sits? You mothers travel wide to find a fear. LEONOKA. Lothair (She tries to advance, but falls senseless.) HELEN. What girl is this? LOTHAIR. Some sickly fool Let us walk further; there's the market-place; The palace with the pictures is beyond. HELEN. She knows your name. LOTHAIR. Only by miracle. I should be tasked, indeed, to tell you hers. Come, we lose time. Katchen (springing before him). Stay, Count Lothair for shame, If not for pity. Lothair (angrily). S...