The Mysteries of Udolpho
O how canst thou renounce the boundless store
Of charms which nature to her vot'ry yields!
The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,
The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields;
All that the genial ray of morning gilds,
And all that echoes to the song of even;
All that the mountain's shelt'ring bosom shields,
And all the dread magnificence of heaven;
O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven!
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These charms shall work thy soul's eternal health,
And love, and gentleness, and joy, impart.
St. Aubert, instead of taking the more direct road, that ran along the feet of the Pyrenees
to Languedoc, chose one that, winding over the heights, afforded more extensive views
and greater variety of romantic scenery. He turned a little out of his way to take leave of
M. Barreaux, whom he found botanizing in the wood near his chateau, and who, when he
was told the purpose of St. Aubert's visit, expressed a degree of concern, such as his
friend had thought it was scarcely possible for him to feel on any similar occasion. They
parted with mutual regret.
'If any thing could have tempted me from my retirement,' said M. Barreaux, 'it would
have been the pleasure of accompanying you on this little tour. I do not often offer
compliments; you may, therefore, believe me, when I say, that I shall look for your return
The travellers proceeded on their journey. As they ascended the heights, St. Aubert often
looked back upon the chateau, in the plain below; tender images crowded to his mind; his
melancholy imagination suggested that he should return no more; and though he checked
this wandering thought, still he continued to look, till the haziness of distance blended his
home with the general landscape, and St. Aubert seemed to
Drag at each remove a lengthening chain.
He and Emily continued sunk in musing silence for some leagues, from which
melancholy reverie Emily first awoke, and her young fancy, struck with the grandeur of
the objects around, gradually yielded to delightful impressions. The road now descended
into glens, confined by stupendous walls of rock, grey and barren, except where shrubs
fringed their summits, or patches of meagre vegetation tinted their recesses, in which the