| |
| | "Leixlip Castle" by Charles Maturin | The Literary Gothic |
 | | The Castle of Leixlip, at that period, possessed a character of romantic beauty and feudal grandeur, such as few buildings in Ireland can claim, and which is now, alas, totally effaced by the destruction of its noble woods; on the destroyers of which the writer would wish 'a minstrel's malison were said'. |
 | | It was a dark autumnal evening; a heavy wind sighed among the woods of the Castle, and bowed the branches of the lower trees almost to the waves of the Liffey, which, swelled by recent rains, struggled and roared amid the stones that obstructed its channel. |
 | | The steep descent from the Castle lay before her, with its dark avenue of elms; a few lights still burned in the little village of Leixlip — but from the lateness of the hour it was probable they would soon be extinguished. |
| www.litgothic.com /Texts/leixlip.html (2975 words) |
|