The nocturnal minstrel; or, The spirit of the wood, Band 21810 |
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... never yet been ques- tioned , " replied the Earl , grasping with firmness his now shattered sword ; " I am a true knight ; I have offended no good power , and I fear no evil one . Thy sword is useless , " said the spectre ; spectre ...
... never yet been ques- tioned , " replied the Earl , grasping with firmness his now shattered sword ; " I am a true knight ; I have offended no good power , and I fear no evil one . Thy sword is useless , " said the spectre ; spectre ...
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... never came to disturb us ; nor were there any of those horrible shrieks and groans : nothing then was to be heard but the music of the wood , to which you , my Lady , so often listened , and which you used to say was played by some ...
... never came to disturb us ; nor were there any of those horrible shrieks and groans : nothing then was to be heard but the music of the wood , to which you , my Lady , so often listened , and which you used to say was played by some ...
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... never be happy , unless you would consent to marry its dear friend , meaning Sir Regi- nald . " " Surely it never could say this ! " cried the Baroness . " Sir Reginald never im- parted any thing of this nature to me . " No , he says he ...
... never be happy , unless you would consent to marry its dear friend , meaning Sir Regi- nald . " " Surely it never could say this ! " cried the Baroness . " Sir Reginald never im- parted any thing of this nature to me . " No , he says he ...
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... never yet knew a man that had so many names , who was not an arrant knave at bottom ' ; and we shall have good , luck , unless you speedily send him packing , if he does not , by some juggling art of the devil , his master , hand off ...
... never yet knew a man that had so many names , who was not an arrant knave at bottom ' ; and we shall have good , luck , unless you speedily send him packing , if he does not , by some juggling art of the devil , his master , hand off ...
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... never placed there but what said he of the Earl ? be quick , Motley , I am all impatience ; said he , indeed , he was safe ? " " Yea , truly , so he said . " " But where where does he say he is ? " " He will not satisfy you , Lady , on ...
... never placed there but what said he of the Earl ? be quick , Motley , I am all impatience ; said he , indeed , he was safe ? " " Yea , truly , so he said . " " But where where does he say he is ? " " He will not satisfy you , Lady , on ...
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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.