What?' He cried, darting at him a look of fury: 'Dare you still implore the Eternal's mercy? Would you feign penitence, and again act an Hypocrite's part? Villain, resign your hopes of pardon. Thus I secure my prey!'As He said this, darting his talons into the Monk's shaven crown, He sprang with him from the rock. The Caves and mountains rang with Ambrosio's shrieks. The Daemon continued to soar aloft, till reaching a dreadful height, He released the sufferer. Headlong fell the Monk through the airy waste; The sharp point of a rock received him; and He rolled from precipice to precipice, till bruised and mangled He rested on the river's banks. Life still existed in his miserable frame: He attempted in vain to raise himself; His broken and dislocated limbs refused to perform their office, nor was He able to quit the spot where He had first fallen. The Sun now rose above the horizon; Its scorching beams darted full upon the head of the expiring Sinner. Myriads of insects were called forth by the warmth; They drank the blood which trickled from Ambrosio's wounds; He had no power to drive them from him, and they fastened upon his sores, darted their stings into his body, covered him with their multitudes, and inflicted on him tortures the most exquisite and insupportable. The Eagles of the rock tore his flesh piecemeal, and dug out his eyeballs with their crooked beaks. A burning thirst tormented him; He heard the river's murmur as it rolled beside him, but strove in vain to drag himself towards the sound. Blind, maimed, helpless, and despairing, venting his rage in blasphemy and curses, execrating his existence, yet dreading the arrival of death destined to yield him up to greater torments, six miserable days did the Villain languish. On the Seventh a violent storm arose: The winds in fury rent up rocks and forests: The sky was now black with clouds, now sheeted with fire: The rain fell in torrents; It swelled the stream; The waves overflowed their banks; They reached the spot where Ambrosio lay, and when they abated carried with them into the river the Corse of the despairing Monk.
_адо___. _олг каждого _еловека - вз_а_ива__ _во_ вн___енн__ _адо___. _о многие _елигии заб_ли __о п_авило. _ол__ин__во __амов _емн_ и _олодн_. _и___ги_е_ка_ м_з_ка помпезна и г____на. Св__енники одева____ в _е_ное. _и__ал_ п_о_лавл___ п__ки м__еников и _опе_ни_а__ в изоб_ажении же__око__ей. _ак е_ли б_ м__ени_, ко_о__е п_е_е_пели и_ п_о_оки, б_ли _виде_ел___вами и_ и__инно__и._е _вл_е___ ли _адо___ жизни л___им _по_обом о_благода_и__ _ога за его ___е__вование, е_ли он ___е__в_е_? _ е_ли _ог ___е__в_е_, по_ем_ он должен б___ м_а_н_м ___е__вом?
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_адо___. _олг каждого _еловека - вз_а_ива__ _во_ вн___енн__ _адо___. _о многие _елигии заб_ли __о п_авило. _ол__ин__во __амов _емн_ и _олодн_. _и___ги_е_ка_ м_з_ка помпезна и г____на. Св__енники одева____ в _е_ное. _и__ал_ п_о_лавл___ п__ки м__еников и _опе_ни_а__ в изоб_ажении же__око__ей. _ак е_ли б_ м__ени_, ко_о__е п_е_е_пели и_ п_о_оки, б_ли _виде_ел___вами и_ и__инно__и._е _вл_е___ ли _адо___ жизни л___им _по_обом о_благода_и__ _ога за его ___е__вование, е_ли он ___е__в_е_? _ е_ли _ог ___е__в_е_, по_ем_ он должен б___ м_а_н_м ___е__вом?
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