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With horror he perceived that, by uniting himself as he had with the dead, he had cut himself off from the living. Stripped of all earthly hope, bereft of every consolation, he was rendered as poor as mortal can possibly be on this side of the grave.

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They either beheld their children sink one after the other into the grave, or their youthful forms, withered by the unholy, vampire embrace of Brunhilda, assume the decrepitude of sudden age.

genius ludwig tieck

They either beheld their children sink one after the other into the grave, or their youthful forms, withered by the unholy, vampire embrace of Brunhilda, assume the decrepitude of sudden age.

genius ludwig tieck

They either beheld their children sink one after the other into the grave, or their youthful forms, withered by the unholy, vampire embrace of Brunhilda, assume the decrepitude of sudden age.

genius ludwig tieck

“Imperious as before her death, she quickly imposed her iron yoke on every one around her, while she seemed even far more terrible than ever, since a dread of some supernatural power attached to her, appalled all who approached her.

genius ludwig tieck

Once more do I warn thee,’ answered the old man with undisturbed composure, “Wake not the dead” — let her rest.’ ‘Aye, but not in the cold grave: she shall rather rest on this bosom which burns with eagerness to clasp her.

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Walter was a powerful lord in Burgundy, who, in his earliest youth, had been smitten with the charms of the fair Brunhilda, a beauty far surpassing in loveliness all her rivals; for her tresses, dark as the raven face of night, streaming over her shoulders, set off to the utmost advantage the beaming lustre of her slender form, and the rich dye of a cheek whose tint was deep and brilliant as that of the western heaven:

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How may I hate that which I love with such intensity of passion? How should I abhor that for which my every drop of blood is boiling?

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Consider too, how deep the abyss between life and death; across this, my power can build a bridge, but it can never fill up the frightful chasm.