THE WAIWODE
FROM THE RUSSIAN.
SSECRETLY by night returning,Jealous fears within him burning,The Waiwode seeks his young wife's bed,And with trembling hand, uncertain,Backward draws the silken curtain—Death and vengeance—she has fled!
SSECRETLY by night returning,Jealous fears within him burning,The Waiwode seeks his young wife's bed,And with trembling hand, uncertain,Backward draws the silken curtain—Death and vengeance—she has fled!
SSECRETLY by night returning,Jealous fears within him burning,The Waiwode seeks his young wife's bed,And with trembling hand, uncertain,Backward draws the silken curtain—Death and vengeance—she has fled!
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SECRETLY by night returning,Jealous fears within him burning,The Waiwode seeks his young wife's bed,And with trembling hand, uncertain,Backward draws the silken curtain—Death and vengeance—she has fled!
With a frown like tempest weather,Fierce he knits his brows together,Tears his beard in wrathful mood—Roars in thunder through the castle,Summoning each trembling vassal,"Ho there! slaves—ye devil's brood!
With a frown like tempest weather,Fierce he knits his brows together,Tears his beard in wrathful mood—Roars in thunder through the castle,Summoning each trembling vassal,"Ho there! slaves—ye devil's brood!
With a frown like tempest weather,Fierce he knits his brows together,Tears his beard in wrathful mood—Roars in thunder through the castle,Summoning each trembling vassal,"Ho there! slaves—ye devil's brood!
With a frown like tempest weather,Fierce he knits his brows together,Tears his beard in wrathful mood—Roars in thunder through the castle,Summoning each trembling vassal,"Ho there! slaves—ye devil's brood!
"Who left the castle gate unguarded,And slew the hound?—some hand unbarr'd it!Quick! prepare ye sack and cord!My arms here, fellows—loaded, ready!Now, slave, your pistols, follow—steady—-Ha, traitress! thou shalt feel this sword!
"Who left the castle gate unguarded,And slew the hound?—some hand unbarr'd it!Quick! prepare ye sack and cord!My arms here, fellows—loaded, ready!Now, slave, your pistols, follow—steady—-Ha, traitress! thou shalt feel this sword!
"Who left the castle gate unguarded,And slew the hound?—some hand unbarr'd it!Quick! prepare ye sack and cord!My arms here, fellows—loaded, ready!Now, slave, your pistols, follow—steady—-Ha, traitress! thou shalt feel this sword!
"Who left the castle gate unguarded,And slew the hound?—some hand unbarr'd it!Quick! prepare ye sack and cord!My arms here, fellows—loaded, ready!Now, slave, your pistols, follow—steady—-Ha, traitress! thou shalt feel this sword!
Close in the murky shadows hiding,Slave and master, onward gliding,Reach the garden. There, indeed,Listening to the soft appealingOf a youth before her kneeling,Stands she in her whitenaridd.
Close in the murky shadows hiding,Slave and master, onward gliding,Reach the garden. There, indeed,Listening to the soft appealingOf a youth before her kneeling,Stands she in her whitenaridd.
Close in the murky shadows hiding,Slave and master, onward gliding,Reach the garden. There, indeed,Listening to the soft appealingOf a youth before her kneeling,Stands she in her whitenaridd.
Close in the murky shadows hiding,Slave and master, onward gliding,Reach the garden. There, indeed,Listening to the soft appealingOf a youth before her kneeling,Stands she in her whitenaridd.
Through the marble fountain's playing,Passion's words they hear him saying—"How I love thee, yet thou'st soldAll thy beauty's glowing treasures,All this soft band's tender pressures,For the Waiwode's cursed gold.
Through the marble fountain's playing,Passion's words they hear him saying—"How I love thee, yet thou'st soldAll thy beauty's glowing treasures,All this soft band's tender pressures,For the Waiwode's cursed gold.
Through the marble fountain's playing,Passion's words they hear him saying—"How I love thee, yet thou'st soldAll thy beauty's glowing treasures,All this soft band's tender pressures,For the Waiwode's cursed gold.
Through the marble fountain's playing,Passion's words they hear him saying—"How I love thee, yet thou'st soldAll thy beauty's glowing treasures,All this soft band's tender pressures,For the Waiwode's cursed gold.
"How I loved, as none can love thee;Waited, wept—if tears could move thee—Ah! and is it thus we meet?He ne'er strove through tears and troubles,Only clang'd his silver roubles,And thou fallest at his feet.
"How I loved, as none can love thee;Waited, wept—if tears could move thee—Ah! and is it thus we meet?He ne'er strove through tears and troubles,Only clang'd his silver roubles,And thou fallest at his feet.
"How I loved, as none can love thee;Waited, wept—if tears could move thee—Ah! and is it thus we meet?He ne'er strove through tears and troubles,Only clang'd his silver roubles,And thou fallest at his feet.
"How I loved, as none can love thee;Waited, wept—if tears could move thee—Ah! and is it thus we meet?He ne'er strove through tears and troubles,Only clang'd his silver roubles,And thou fallest at his feet.
Yet once more, through night and storm,I ride to gaze upon thy form,Touch again that thrilling hand;Pray that peace may rest upon theeIn the home that now has won thee,Then for ever fly this land."
Yet once more, through night and storm,I ride to gaze upon thy form,Touch again that thrilling hand;Pray that peace may rest upon theeIn the home that now has won thee,Then for ever fly this land."
Yet once more, through night and storm,I ride to gaze upon thy form,Touch again that thrilling hand;Pray that peace may rest upon theeIn the home that now has won thee,Then for ever fly this land."
Yet once more, through night and storm,I ride to gaze upon thy form,Touch again that thrilling hand;Pray that peace may rest upon theeIn the home that now has won thee,Then for ever fly this land."
Low she bendeth o'er him weeping,Heeds not stealthy footsteps creeping,Sees not jealous eye-balls glare—"Now, slave, steady,—Fool, thou tremblestVengeance if thy heart dissemblest—Kill her as she standeth there."
Low she bendeth o'er him weeping,Heeds not stealthy footsteps creeping,Sees not jealous eye-balls glare—"Now, slave, steady,—Fool, thou tremblestVengeance if thy heart dissemblest—Kill her as she standeth there."
Low she bendeth o'er him weeping,Heeds not stealthy footsteps creeping,Sees not jealous eye-balls glare—"Now, slave, steady,—Fool, thou tremblestVengeance if thy heart dissemblest—Kill her as she standeth there."
Low she bendeth o'er him weeping,Heeds not stealthy footsteps creeping,Sees not jealous eye-balls glare—"Now, slave, steady,—Fool, thou tremblestVengeance if thy heart dissemblest—Kill her as she standeth there."
"Oh, my Lord and master, hear me—Patience yet, or much I fear meI shall never aim aright.See, the bitter night wind's blowingNumbs my hand, and brings these flowingIcy tears to dim my sight.
"Oh, my Lord and master, hear me—Patience yet, or much I fear meI shall never aim aright.See, the bitter night wind's blowingNumbs my hand, and brings these flowingIcy tears to dim my sight.
"Oh, my Lord and master, hear me—Patience yet, or much I fear meI shall never aim aright.See, the bitter night wind's blowingNumbs my hand, and brings these flowingIcy tears to dim my sight.
"Oh, my Lord and master, hear me—Patience yet, or much I fear meI shall never aim aright.See, the bitter night wind's blowingNumbs my hand, and brings these flowingIcy tears to dim my sight.
"Silence! thou accurséd Russian.Hold—I'll guide the pistol's motion;See'st thou not her gleaming brow?So, steady—straight before thee—higher—When I gave the signal, fire—Darker doom awaits him—Now!"
"Silence! thou accurséd Russian.Hold—I'll guide the pistol's motion;See'st thou not her gleaming brow?So, steady—straight before thee—higher—When I gave the signal, fire—Darker doom awaits him—Now!"
"Silence! thou accurséd Russian.Hold—I'll guide the pistol's motion;See'st thou not her gleaming brow?So, steady—straight before thee—higher—When I gave the signal, fire—Darker doom awaits him—Now!"
"Silence! thou accurséd Russian.Hold—I'll guide the pistol's motion;See'st thou not her gleaming brow?So, steady—straight before thee—higher—When I gave the signal, fire—Darker doom awaits him—Now!"
A shot, a groan, and all is over;Still she standeth by her lover—'Tis the Waiwode falleth dead!Was ever known such sad disaster?The bungling slave hath shot his masterStraight and steady through the head.
A shot, a groan, and all is over;Still she standeth by her lover—'Tis the Waiwode falleth dead!Was ever known such sad disaster?The bungling slave hath shot his masterStraight and steady through the head.
A shot, a groan, and all is over;Still she standeth by her lover—'Tis the Waiwode falleth dead!Was ever known such sad disaster?The bungling slave hath shot his masterStraight and steady through the head.
A shot, a groan, and all is over;Still she standeth by her lover—'Tis the Waiwode falleth dead!Was ever known such sad disaster?The bungling slave hath shot his masterStraight and steady through the head.