Her figure seem'd to rise more high; 66 Sister, let thy sorrows cease; Sinful brother, part in peace! " From that dire dungeon, place of doom, XXXIII. An hundred winding steps convey With speed their upward way they take (Such speed as age and fear can make), And cross'd themselves for terror's sake As hurrying, tottering on: Even in the vesper's heavenly tone Then crouch'd him down beside the hind, |