Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 82 of 258
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This is page 64 of running prose verse from what appears to be a narrative poem. The text describes Psyche's exhausting flight through rough terrain pursued by unknown assailants, her arrival at dawn in a secluded forest dell, and her discovery of a hermit's cottage. A youth urges her to rest, assured she has escaped her pursuers, and the hermit welcomes her to a sheltered bower. The verse employs rhyming couplets and describes a melodramatic scene of a fleeing woman finding refuge in an isolated, rural sanctuary.
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6 ¢ 64. Rough was the rude wild way, and many a thorn Tore her loose garments in their rapid flight, ©’er many a league the panting fair is borne, Till now, emerging from the shades of night, The grey-eyed morn stole forth her pallid light. Then first she paused, unable to proceed, Exhausted with fatigue, and pain, and fright. “Turn, Psyche,” cried the youth, “relax thy speed, And see thyself at length from nid pursuers freed.” Mid the thick forest was a lonely dell, Where foot of man was seldom known to tread, The sloping hills all round in graceful swell The little green with woods environed ; Hither the dove their passive course had led : Here the thin smoke blue rising mid the trees, Where broad and brown the deepest umbrage spread, Spoke the abode of safe retired ease, And Psyche gladly there her dove descending sees. . T In lowly cottage, walled with mossy sod, Close by a little spring’s perpetual rill, A hermit dwelt, who many a year had trod With sacred solitude that pine-clad hill, And loved with holy images to fill Eis soul enrapt; yet courteous then besought A while secluded here to rest; and still | Replete with kind and hospitable thought, _ " o a sequestered bower the wearied Psyche brought. Comichbooksseom