The nocturnal minstrel; or, The spirit of the wood, Band 21810 |
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... cries seemed to shake the foundations of the chapel . These in an instant engrossed the attention of all present ... Baroness seemed scarcely to breathe ; her female attendants screamed aloud . " Our prayers , ” cried Father Osborne ...
... cries seemed to shake the foundations of the chapel . These in an instant engrossed the attention of all present ... Baroness seemed scarcely to breathe ; her female attendants screamed aloud . " Our prayers , ” cried Father Osborne ...
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... Baroness , more terrified and more disconsolate than ever , was led back , almost fainting , to her own apartments ... cries he heard . VOL . II . D CHAP . CHAP . III . His hoary beard in silver roll'd THE NOCTURNAL MINSTREL . 49 The ...
... Baroness , more terrified and more disconsolate than ever , was led back , almost fainting , to her own apartments ... cries he heard . VOL . II . D CHAP . CHAP . III . His hoary beard in silver roll'd THE NOCTURNAL MINSTREL . 49 The ...
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... cried the Baroness ; " methinks , Winifred , it was certainly supernatural ! " 66 Who knows , " continued Winifred , if Sir Reginald was to return , but the D 2 minstrel minstrel might come again into the wood , and the THE NOCTURNAL ...
... cried the Baroness ; " methinks , Winifred , it was certainly supernatural ! " 66 Who knows , " continued Winifred , if Sir Reginald was to return , but the D 2 minstrel minstrel might come again into the wood , and the THE NOCTURNAL ...
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... cried the Baroness . " Sir Reginald never im- parted any thing of this nature to me . " No , he says he did not tell you , my Lady , all , nor half that the spirit said to him ; but he told me a great deal . " " Indeed ! what did it ...
... cried the Baroness . " Sir Reginald never im- parted any thing of this nature to me . " No , he says he did not tell you , my Lady , all , nor half that the spirit said to him ; but he told me a great deal . " " Indeed ! what did it ...
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... cried the Baroness , shuddering : " did he declare so much ? Oh ! my Lord - my husband - my noble Fitzwalter , if without the sacrifice of that widowhood , now my heart's first wish , thou canst not know repose , let me but know thy ...
... cried the Baroness , shuddering : " did he declare so much ? Oh ! my Lord - my husband - my noble Fitzwalter , if without the sacrifice of that widowhood , now my heart's first wish , thou canst not know repose , let me but know thy ...
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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.