Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 162 of 258
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# Page 144: Running Verse on Psyche's Apotheosis This is a page of running prose poetry (numbered 144), appearing to conclude a narrative about the mythological figure Psyche. The visible text describes Psyche being blessed by a heavenly parent (likely Venus or a similar deity), who grants her immortality and eternal union with her lover. The passage emphasizes celestial imagery—divine voices joining in chorus, Graces and Hours attending, fragrant clouds, and doves—as Psyche achieves eternal bliss and deification. The verse celebrates romantic triumph and heavenly reward in ornate, melodramatic language typical of Victorian sentimental literature. No illustrations or advertisements appear on this page.
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144 With Psyche thou alone canst sympathise, Thy heart benevolently shares her joy! See her unclose her rapture beaming eyes, | And catch that softly pleasurable sigh, That tells unutterable ecstacy! — « | While hark melodious numbers through the Eh aw, On clouds of fragrance wafted from the sky, Their ravished souls to pious awe prepare, And lo! the herald doves the Queen of Love declare. With fond embrace she clasped her long lost son, And gracefully received his lovely bride, ‘Psyche! thou hardly hast my favour won !?. With roseate smile her heavenly parent cried, ** Yet hence thy charms immortal, deified, “With the young Joys, thy future offspring fair, ‘¢ Shall bloom for éver at thy lover’s side; — «“ All ruling Jove’s high mandate I declare, «‘ Blest denizen of Heaven! arise its joys to share.” % @ She ceased, and io! a thousand voices, joined in sweetest chorus, Love’s high triumph sing ; There, with the Graces and the Hours entwined, His fairy train their rosy garlands bring, Or round their mistress sport on halcyon wing ; While she enraptured lives in his dear eye, And drinks immortal love from that pure spring Of never-failing full felicity, Bathed in ambrosial showers of bliss eternal Comichbooksseom