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... breast , And will sketch her thus , in her quiet nook . " JANE E. HAY . 122 XXXI . " Slowly , slowly up the wall Steals the sunshine , steals the shade . " BIRKET FOSTER . 124 XXXII . " It is Count Hugo of the Rhine , The deadliest foe ...
... breast , And will sketch her thus , in her quiet nook . " JANE E. HAY . 122 XXXI . " Slowly , slowly up the wall Steals the sunshine , steals the shade . " BIRKET FOSTER . 124 XXXII . " It is Count Hugo of the Rhine , The deadliest foe ...
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... breast The thought of never - ending rest ! Sweeter the undisturbed and deep Tranquillity of endless sleep ! A flash of lightning , out of which LUCIFER appears , in the garb of a travelling Physician . LUCIFER . All hail , Prince Henry ...
... breast The thought of never - ending rest ! Sweeter the undisturbed and deep Tranquillity of endless sleep ! A flash of lightning , out of which LUCIFER appears , in the garb of a travelling Physician . LUCIFER . All hail , Prince Henry ...
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... breast Uplifted , and the malediction Of my affliction Is taken from me , and my weary breast At length finds rest . THE ANGEL . It is but the rest of the fire , from which the air has been taken ! It is but the rest of the sand , when ...
... breast Uplifted , and the malediction Of my affliction Is taken from me , and my weary breast At length finds rest . THE ANGEL . It is but the rest of the fire , from which the air has been taken ! It is but the rest of the sand , when ...
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... breast ! Why entreat me , why upbraid me , When the steadfast tongues of truth And the flattering hopes of youth Have all deceived me and betrayed me ? Give me , give me rest , O , rest ! Golden visions wave and hover , Golden vapours ...
... breast ! Why entreat me , why upbraid me , When the steadfast tongues of truth And the flattering hopes of youth Have all deceived me and betrayed me ? Give me , give me rest , O , rest ! Golden visions wave and hover , Golden vapours ...
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... breast As in a dream of rest , Walked the Monk Felix . All about The broad , sweet sunshine lay without , Filling the summer air ; And within the woodlands as he trod , The twilight was like the Truce of God With worldly woe and care ...
... breast As in a dream of rest , Walked the Monk Felix . All about The broad , sweet sunshine lay without , Filling the summer air ; And within the woodlands as he trod , The twilight was like the Truce of God With worldly woe and care ...
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ABBOT Abelard Angel beautiful Behold bells BIRKET FOSTER blessed breast breath chaunted child Christ church cloth coloured convent crowd dark DAVID BOGUE dead death deed deep door drink ELSIE ENGRAVINGS ON WOOD eyes face Fastrada Father fear feet FLEET STREET flowers forest FRIAR CUTHBERT FRIAR JOHN FRIAR PAUL garden golden GOLDEN LEGEND GOTTLIEB hand head hear heard heart heaven Heloise HENRY VIZETELLY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Herod Hirschau Hoheneck holy HUBERT ILLUSTRATED JESUS JOHN GILBERT Judas King light live look Lord LUCIFER MARY Minnesinger monks morocco mystery night o'er ODENWALD pain pardon passion pray prayers priest PRINCE HENRY rest Rhuys Saint Salern SCENE:-THE shadow shine SIEBALD singing sleep soul sound stand stone strange sweet TELLY thee thine Thou art thou hast trump of doom unto URSULA voice walls WALTER WILLIAM HARVEY wind window wine words yonder
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