New World Tragedies From Old World Life

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Excerpt from New World Tragedies From Old World Life: With Other Poems Scene I. - Rome. Palace of the Gothic King. King. Old Sibyl, I am glad to see thy face, Whose every feature of my Zala speaks, And tells the love that breathes to her I love, She more a Roman seems, and these her skies, Than of my blood, and born 'mid Gothic snows. How fares my child? Sibyl. O King, in person, well. King. Why then this wildness in thine eye and tone - This look that I have seen in summer skies, Which, dubious, show a smile, and drop a tear While thunders gather in some viewless cloud? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.