The square and street are thronged with crushing

thousands;

The bell hath sounded; the death-wand is broken;
They bind and blindfold me, and force me on:

On to the scaffold they have hurried me ;
Down in the chair of blood they fasten me:

And now, through every neck of all that multitude
Is felt the bitter wound that severs mine.
The world is now as silent as the grave!

FAUSTUS.

Oh, that I never had been born!

MEPHISTOPHELES (appears at the door).

Away, or you are lost;

This trembling, and delay, and idle chattering,
Will be your ruin; hence, or you are lost;
My horses shiver in the chilling breeze
Of the grey morning.

MARGARET.

What shape is that which rises from the earth? 'Tis he, 'tis he, oh, send him from this place;

What wants he here? Oh, what can bring him here?

Why does he tread on consecrated ground?

He comes for me.

FAUSTUS.

Oh, thou shalt live, my love.

MARGARET.

Upon the judgment-throne of God, I call;
On God I call in humble supplication.

MEPHISTOPHELES (to FAUSTUS).

Come, or I leave thee here to share her fate.

MARGARET.

Father of heaven, have mercy on thy child.
Ye angels, holy hosts, keep watch around me.
Henry I am afraid to look at thee.

THE BRIDE OF CORINTH.

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THE BRIDE OF CORINTH.

I.

TO CORINTH a young stranger came

From ATHENS though himself unknown, Relying on his father's name;

Nor hospitable ties alone
Secured him a Corinthian friend;
For, plighted by his father's vows,
He longed to see his plighted spouse,
And hence his journey's aim and end.

11.

But will the stranger welcome be?
Or must her love be dearly bought?

Alas! a Heathen still is he,

And they the Christian faith are taught !

And when new forms of faith arise,

How soon love's tender blossom dies,
Without a sigh, without a thought '