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THE DEATH OF
What pale and hollow forms are those! They fill,
They crowd the place! I have no longer room here!
Mercy! Still more! More still! The hideous swarm!
They press on me; they chace me from these walls———
Those hollow, bodiless forms of living men!
They crowd the place! I have no longer room here!
Mercy! Still more! More still! The hideous swarm!
They press on me; they chace me from these walls———
Those hollow, bodiless forms of living men!
NEUBRUNN.
You frighten me so, lady, that no longer
I dare stay here myself. I go and call
Rosenberg instantly.
[Exit Lady Neubrunn.
You frighten me so, lady, that no longer
I dare stay here myself. I go and call
Rosenberg instantly.
[Exit Lady Neubrunn.
SCENE VI.
THEKLA.
His spirit 'tis that calls me: 'tis the troop
Of his true followers, who offer'd up
Themselves t' avenge his death and they accuse me
Of an ignoble loitering—they would not
Forsake their leader even in death—they died for him!
And shall I live?———
For me too was that laurel-garland twin'd
That decks his bier. Life is an empty casket.
I throw it from me. O, my only hope;
His spirit 'tis that calls me: 'tis the troop
Of his true followers, who offer'd up
Themselves t' avenge his death and they accuse me
Of an ignoble loitering—they would not
Forsake their leader even in death—they died for him!
And shall I live?———
For me too was that laurel-garland twin'd
That decks his bier. Life is an empty casket.
I throw it from me. O, my only hope;
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