Pronounce my doom, I feel the certainty!”—
“Courage!” the friend exclaim’d, “the lover’s fear
Grows without ground;” but Cecil would not hear: 270
He seem’d some dreadful object to explore,
And fix’d his fearful eye upon the door,
Intensely longing for reply—the thing
That must to him his future fortune bring;
And now it brought! like Death’s cold hand it came—
“The lady was a stranger to the name!”
Backward the lover in the carriage fell,