The Milesian Chief

This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1812. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... shore, she clung to his knees; yet unable to hold them., she sunk on the ground at his feet. "Oh, God!" cried Connal,, throwing to heaven his strained and blood-shot eyes, "let me but bear this like a man; let me not meet my foes bereft of all strength." "Oh! leave me not to die here," cried Armida, writhing at his feet in her ravings; "a single blow will end my misery, and yet you delay, and yet you leave me to die: your hands are strong, and yet you have not the mercy to end me." Connal, beside himself, knelt on the ground: he attempted to raise her, but at that moment the alarm-bell rung out, and the discharge of musketry burst on his ear like thunder. He started, and through the darkness of the night .he saw the flames bursting from the old tower, and spreading their burning volumes on the air. "It blazes, it blazes," he cried in agony: "be is perishing in the flames, and I stand here fondly talking to a woman." He tore himself from her, and she sunk on the earth. Rosine, undismayed by the danger and terror of the night, had gone out in quest of Armida. The mist that had gathered over the heath, and the roar of the sea as it lashed the rocks, concealed every object, and drowned every effort of her voice to make herself heard. Drenched by the rain, and breathless from struggling with the wind, she continued her dreary progress alone till the flames that issued from the burning tower, glaring widely on the dark heath, shewed something white stretched before her on the ground. She hastened forward: it was Annida, pale, motionless, and prostrate. Struck to the soul at beholding this woman once to celebrated, and still possessing every distinction of rank, genius, and beauty, in a situation so helpless and deplorable, Rosine, almost execrating Connal, knelt besid...


Genre: Romance