Born from the knowledge of its own desert. Thou didst not tempt me, and thou couldst not tempt me; I have not been thy dupe, nor am thy prey But was my own destroyer, and will be [The Demons disappear. ABBOT. Alas! how pale thou art-thy lips are whiteAnd thy breast heaves-and in thy gasping throat The accents rattle-Give thy prayers to heaven-Pray-albeit but in thought, but die not thus. MAN. 'Tis over-my dull eyes can fix thee not; But all things swim around me, and the earth Heaves as it were beneath me. Fare thee wellGive me thy hand. Аввот. [MANFRED expires. Cold-cold-even to the heart But yet one prayer-alas! how fares it with thee?— He's gone-his soul hath ta'en its earthless flight— Whither? I dread to think--but he is gone. NOTES. Note 1, page 31, line 1. the sunbow's rays still arch The torrent with the many hues of heaven. This iris is formed by the rays of the sun over the lower part of the Alpine torrents: it is exactly like a rainbow, come down to pay a visit, and so close that you may walk into it: this effect lasts till noon. Note 2, page 35, line 9. He who from out their fountain dwellings raised The philosopher Iamblicus. The story of the raising of Eros and Anteros may be found in his life, by Eunapius. It is well told. Note 3, page 39, line 21. In words of dubious import, but fulfilled. The story of Pausanias, king of Sparta, (who commanded the Greeks at the battle of Platea, and afterwards perished |