"She said, too, bad spirits, and ghosts all in white, "And still at their coming is heard the deep tone "Of a bell loud and awful-hark! hark! 'twas a groan! "Good uncle, oh! let us away!". -"Peace, serpent!" thus Osric the Lion replies, While rage and malignity gloom in his eyes; Thy journey and life here must close: "Thy castle's proud turrets no more shalt thou see; My brother lies breathless on Palestine's plains, "And thou once remov'd, to his noble domains My right can no rival deny : "Then, stripling, prepare on my dagger to bleed; Thus saying, he seizes the boy by the arm, Whose grief rends the vaulted hall's roof, while alarm His heart of all fortitude robs; His limbs sink beneath him; distracted with fears, And-" spare me! oh spare me!"-he sobs. But vainly the miscreant he strives to appease; Unmov'd by his sorrow, unmov'd by his prayer, But ere the steel blushes with blood, strange to tell! And while with amazement his hair bristles high, In sounds heart-appaling-" Forbear!”— Straight curses and shrieks through the chambers resound, Shrieks mingled with laughter: the walls shake around; The groaning roof threatens to fall; Loud bellows the thunder, blue lightnings still flash; The casements they clatter; chains rattle; doors clash, And flames spread their waves through the hall. The clamour increases, the portals expand!- In visage so grim, and so monstrous in height, Not so his fell uncle :-he sees, that the throng And well the sad spectre he knows! The demons with curses her steps onwards urge; Her shoulders, with whips form'd of serpents, they scourge, And fast from her wounds the blood flows. "Oh! welcome!" she cried, and her voice spoke despair; "Oh! welcome, Sir Osric, the torments to share, "Of which thou hast made me the prey. "Twelve years have I languish'd thy coming to see; 66 Thy passion once sated, thy love became hate; Thy hand gave the draught which consign'd me to fate, "Nor thought I death lurk'd in the bowl: "Unfit for the grave, stain'd with lust, swell'd with pride, "Unbless'd, unabsolv'd, unrepenting, I died, "And dæmons straight seiz'd on my soul. "Thou com'st, and with transport I feel my breast swell: "Full long have I suffer'd the torments of hell, "And now shall its pleasures be mine! "See, see how the fiends are athirst for thy blood! "Twelve years has my panting heart furnish'd their food, “Come, wretch, let them feast upon thine!". She said, and the dæmons their prey flock'd around; They dash'd him, with horrible yell, on the ground, And blood down his limbs trickled fast; His eyes from their sockets with fury they tore; They fed on his entrails, all reeking with gore, But now the grey cock told the coming of day! The fiends with their victim straight vanish'd away, With terror recalling the deeds of the night, He rose, and from Falkenstein speeding his flight, Since then, all with horror the ruins behold; The fugitive dares in these chambers to seek, Oh! shun them, ye pilgrims! though late be the hour, There still their sad banquet hell's denizens share; Breathe a prayer for his soul, and pass on! Herman, or Arminius, is the favourite hero of Germany, whose liberty he defended against the oppression of Rome: Flavus, his brother, sided with the Romans, and in consequence his memory is as much detested by his countrymen, as that of Arminius is beloved.-I forget where I met with the original of this Ballad. WHERE rolls the Weser's golden sand, A warrior brave and good; His lands extended far and wide, Where stream'd full many a plenteous tide, |