Volume II Part 53 (1/2)

--Hail, furthest worlds! and all the beauteous beings in ye! Fan e to Aldebaran--Ha! indeed, a ruddy world! What a buoyant air! Not like to Mardi, this Ruby columns: minarets of amethyst: diamond domes! Who is this?--a God? What a lake-like brow! transparent as the --and in his eyes--like unto heavens--soft falling stars are shooting--How these thousand passing wings ay my breath:--I faint:--back, back to so! if, by Mardian word I er, like to a harp-string, vibrate in enerations die'--So, of old, the unbegotten lived within the virgin; who then loved her God, as new-s off, fiend!--will that name ever lash thee into foam?--Smite not my face so, forked flames!”

”Babbalanja! Babbalanja! rouse, man! rouse! Art in hell and damned, that thy sinews so snake-like coil and twist all over thee? Thy brow is black as Ops! Turn, turn! see yonder hty brute!--thou feelest not these things: never canst _thou_ be damned Moose! would thy soul were , mine, be immortal--so thine; and thy life hath not the consciousness of death I read profound placidity--deep--million-- violet fathoms down, in that soft, pathetic, woman eye! What is man's shrunk form to thine, thou woodland ain--Oh, Oro! Oro!”

”He falls!” cried Media

”Mark the agony in his waning eye,” said Yoo of ain, wilt thou have reminiscences? Take my robe:-- here, I strip 's side, I kneel:--grant death or happiness to Babbalanja!”

CHAPTER LxxxI L'ultih myriad islands, had we searched: of all, no one pen may write: least, h my hopes revived not from their ashes; yet, sopursuit must, ere many moons, be ended; whether for weal or woe, my frenzy so flushi+ngs, all that day was overcast We sailed upon an angry sea, beneath an angry sky Deep scowled on deep; and in dun vapors, the blinded sun went down, unseen; though full toward the West our three proere pointed; steadfast as three printed points upon the colorioussun we steered But now, beneath autu”

”Ho?” cried Media; ”why is the minstrel mournful?--He whose place it is to chase away despondency: not be its minister”

”Ah, my lord, so _thou_ thinkest But better can ht of heart Nor are we ay of soul as Mardi deeh the loneliest woods:

The isles hold thee not, thou departed!

From thy bower, now issues no lay:-- In vain we recall perished warblings: Spring birds, to far cli; un, in low, pleasant tones, thus huht:--

Ho! le, and dale!-- Our pulses fly, Our hearts beat high, Ho! merrily,sound, like that of a fountain subsiding, now broke upon the air Then all was still, save the rush of the waves by our keels

”Save him! Put back!”

Fro forward, had fallen into the lagoon

With all haste, our speeding canoes were reversed; but not till we had darted in upon another darkness than that in which the bowsht dived deeper down in the sea

”Drop paddles all, and list”

Holding their breath, over the six gunwales all now leaned; but the onlytime we lay thus; then slowly crossed and recrossed our track, al in his mouth, died and was buried in a breath

”Let us away,” said Media--”why seek one,” said Babbalanja, ”and whither? But aus: now, the fixed stars are not more remote than he So far off, can he live? Oh, Oro! this death thou ordainest, unmans the manliest Say not nay, my lord Let us not speak behind Death's back

Hard and horrible is it to die: blindfold to leap froe!