Edmund Blair Leighton paintings

Edmund Blair Leighton paintings
Eugene de Blaas paintings
Rebecca, suddenly quitting her dejected posture, and making her way through the attendants to the palfrey of the Saxon lady, knelt down, and, alter the Oriental fashion in addressing superiors, kissed the hem of Rowena’s garment. Then rising, and throwing back her veil, she implored her, in the great name of the God whom they both worshipped, and by that revelation of the Law upon Mount Sinai, in which they both believed, that she would have compassion upon them, and suffer them to go forward under their safeguard. “It is not for myself that I pray this favour,” said Rebecca; “nor is it even for that poor old man. I know that to wrong and to spoil our nation is a lightWhen autumn nights were long and drear,And forest walks were dark and dim,How sweetly on the pilgrim’s earWas wont to steal the hermit’s hymn!
Devotion borrows Music’s tone,And Music took Devotion’s wing;And, like the bird that hails the sun,They soar to heaven, and soaring sing. –The Hermit of St. Clement’s Well.–