Penny Dreadfuls, 1812 · page 98 of 258
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# Page 80: Running Poetry This is page 80 of running text—specifically, verse poetry rather than prose. The passage consists of three stanzas in rhyming couplets celebrating a character named Psyche and her relationship with a protective "faithful knight." The text describes how Psyche has escaped a tyrant's power, though dangers remain; she finds safety and comfort in her knight's guidance and protection. The final stanza rhapsodizes about the joy of mutual confidence and trust between two faithful hearts, suggesting that such sympathetic connection allows them to endure fortune's hardships together. The overall tone is romantic and melodramatic, typical of Victorian sentimental verse.
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80 Blest Psyche! thou hast ’scaped the tyrants power! Thy gentle heart shall never know the pain “3 Which tortures pride in his most prosperous hour : Yet dangers still unsung for thee remain ; | Nor must thou unmolested hope to gain Immortal beauty’s never failing spring; Oh! no—nor yet tranquillity attain: But though thy heart the pangs of doubt may sting, Thy faithful knight shall yet thy steps in safety bring. Warned by late peril now she scarcely dares. Quit for one moment his protecting eye: 9) Sure in his sight, her soul of nought despairs, ; And nought looks dreadful when that arm is nigh — On which her hopes with confidence rely; | By ‘his advice their constant course they bend, He points where hidden danger they should fly, On him securely, as her heaven-sent friend, She bids her grateful heart contentedly depend. «= — ' * Ont who the exquisite delight can tell, The joy which mutual confidence imparts ! Or who can paint the charm unspeakable Which links in tender bands two faithful hearts? | In vain assailed by fortune’s envious darts, ~~ Their mitigated woes are sweetly shared, And doubled joy reluctantly departs : Let but the sympathising heart be spared, What sorrow seems not light, what peril is not dared ? Comichooksseom