"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

#Spooktober 2: The Fated Hour

“Wan the maiden was,
Of saintly paleness, and there seem’d to dwell
In the strong beauties of her countenance
Something that was not earthly.”
Southey’s Joan of Arc.
“The clock has toll’d; and, hark! the bell
Of death beats slow.”

— Mason’s Elegies.

The novel comes from Tales of the Dead (1813), translated by Sarah Elizabeth Utterson, and it was penned by Friedrich August Schulze. You can read it on my Patreon.

 

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