The nocturnal minstrel; or, The spirit of the wood, Band 21810 |
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... already left the chamber , she sent a message of enquiry by Wini- fred , which was answered by a request from the Earl for permission to see her . This was readily granted ; and the Earl entering the room in which the Baroness was ...
... already left the chamber , she sent a message of enquiry by Wini- fred , which was answered by a request from the Earl for permission to see her . This was readily granted ; and the Earl entering the room in which the Baroness was ...
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... already there . It served , however , well to display the dignified figure of the necromancer , and all the appendages of his art . Before Before him was a large table , covered with black THE NOCTURNAL MINSTREL . 87.
... already there . It served , however , well to display the dignified figure of the necromancer , and all the appendages of his art . Before Before him was a large table , covered with black THE NOCTURNAL MINSTREL . 87.
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... already hear . Kneel at this table . ' " " The Baroness obeyed ; and with hurry- ing hand , the magic bandage was bound around her head . " We are ready now , " cried the magician : " support your charge , " said he to Father Osborne ...
... already hear . Kneel at this table . ' " " The Baroness obeyed ; and with hurry- ing hand , the magic bandage was bound around her head . " We are ready now , " cried the magician : " support your charge , " said he to Father Osborne ...
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... already passed along " it the chamber . " " Oh , my beloved , my adored Fitzwal- ter ! " cried the Baroness , " when may death reunite us , by rendering me a spirit like thee ? " " Hush ! " " Hush ! " said the magician ; " the 92 THE ...
... already passed along " it the chamber . " " Oh , my beloved , my adored Fitzwal- ter ! " cried the Baroness , " when may death reunite us , by rendering me a spirit like thee ? " " Hush ! " " Hush ! " said the magician ; " the 92 THE ...
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... already assured you . The noble Ormond , deceived , like yourself , by the treacherous arts of vil- lany , has a few hours only ago been eman- cipated from a shocking confinement . Much yet remains to be explained , -With you , Sir ...
... already assured you . The noble Ormond , deceived , like yourself , by the treacherous arts of vil- lany , has a few hours only ago been eman- cipated from a shocking confinement . Much yet remains to be explained , -With you , Sir ...
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adventure alarmed apartment apparition appeared armour arms arras astrology attainder attend awful Baron and Baroness Baron Fitzwalter behold beloved burial vault castle chamber CHAP chapel conceal Conjuror courage cried Peter cried the Baroness dare dead death desired discover door Earl of Ormond Earl Ormond Earl's Edgar enquiries entered Ethelind exclaimed extraordinary Father Osborne fear Fitzwalter friar Gertrude ghost hand happiness hast thou hath haunted heard heart Heaven hither holy honour hope horrors hour impostor knight Lady Ladyship's lamp Lord magician marriage ment minstrel Motley mourn mysterious nald ness never night's watch noble pannel pardon phantom present received repose seemed seneschal shew Sicilian Sir Regi Sir Reginald Harc solemn soon sorrow sounds spectre spirit steps steward Straits of Messina stranger sumed supernatural tears terror thee thou hast thought tion trembling tremely vault wainscot walls Winifred wish
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Seite 113 - From wandering on a foreign strand? If such there breathe, go mark him well; For him no minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim, Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored, and unsung.
Seite 113 - BREATHES there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd, As home his footsteps he hath turn'd, From wandering on a foreign strand...
Seite 50 - A palmer's amice wrapped him round, With a wrought Spanish baldric bound, Like a pilgrim from beyond the sea: His left hand held his Book of Might, A silver cross was in his right; The lamp was placed beside his knee.
Seite 135 - To man below, beneath the heav'n ; It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes soon as granted die ; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead deaiie it doth not die.