Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 229 of 258
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# Page 211: Running Prose This page contains running verse narrative (page 211 of a larger work). The text describes Ellen bringing news of some tragedy to the narrator, who then visits a grieving mother. The passage escalates to depict an assembled country roused to violent revenge, with crowds demanding death for those suspected of treachery and "the faith of Rome." The emotional arc moves from personal sorrow to collective calls for vengeance, typical of penny dreadful melodrama. The page ends mid-narrative.
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211 «« They were my widowed sister’s joy ; Her hope in age and dark distress ; And Ellen loved each gallant boy Even with a sister’s tenderness. * It was from Ellen’s lips I heard. The tidings sadly, surely true: To me, ere yet the dawn appeared, All pale with fear and grief she flew. ** Roused by her call, with her I sought The sad abode of misery: But to the wretched mother brought No comfort, but our sympathy. ** On the cold earth, proud Sorrow’s throne, In silent majesty of woe, She sat, and felt herself alone, Though loud the increasing tumults grow. ** In throngs the assembled country came, And every hand was armed with death : Revenge! revenge! (they all exclaim, ) Spare no suspected traito1’s breath : ** No; let not one escape who owns The faith of Rome, of treachery: This loyal blood for vengeance groans, And signal vengeance let there be! T 2 Connicloooks.comnn