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Count Julio.
From that day
His very blood seemed, charged with bitterness.
Miser and usurer both, upon the 'wrecks
Of others' happiness he built his own.
His name became accursed in the land,
And with his withering soul his body grew
Scarce human in its ghastly hideousness.
His very blood seemed, charged with bitterness.
Miser and usurer both, upon the 'wrecks
Of others' happiness he built his own.
His name became accursed in the land,
And with his withering soul his body grew
Scarce human in its ghastly hideousness.
The bulb enshrouds the lily, and within
The most unsightly form may folded lie
The white wings of an angel. But in him
Seemed all the sweet humanities of life
Coldly encharnelled, and no hand divine
Rolled from his breast the weary weight of sin,
To bid them go forth unto suffering man
Like gracious ministers.
And she, alas!
Whom he had madly driven forth to ruin?
Earth hath no words to tell how dark the change
That clothed her fallen spirit. O'er the waste
Of want and ruin that engulfed her fortunes,
She had sent forth the white dove, purity,
The most unsightly form may folded lie
The white wings of an angel. But in him
Seemed all the sweet humanities of life
Coldly encharnelled, and no hand divine
Rolled from his breast the weary weight of sin,
To bid them go forth unto suffering man
Like gracious ministers.
And she, alas!
Whom he had madly driven forth to ruin?
Earth hath no words to tell how dark the change
That clothed her fallen spirit. O'er the waste
Of want and ruin that engulfed her fortunes,
She had sent forth the white dove, purity,
