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... bridge is called the Devil's Bridge . With a single arch , from ridge to ridge , It leaps across the terrible chasm . " BIRKET FOSTER . 160 DESIGNED BY PAGE XXXIX . " This is the highest LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . V.
... bridge is called the Devil's Bridge . With a single arch , from ridge to ridge , It leaps across the terrible chasm . " BIRKET FOSTER . 160 DESIGNED BY PAGE XXXIX . " This is the highest LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS . V.
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... bridge of plank , As if it were in haste to greet The pressure of a traveller's feet ! Enter WALTER , the Minnesinger . WALTER . s How now , my friend ! This looks quite lonely ! No banner flying from the walls , No pages and no ...
... bridge of plank , As if it were in haste to greet The pressure of a traveller's feet ! Enter WALTER , the Minnesinger . WALTER . s How now , my friend ! This looks quite lonely ! No banner flying from the walls , No pages and no ...
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... , and grove , and garden ; The clouds have passed away from her face , Leaving behind them no sorrowful trace , T Only the tender and quiet grace Of one , whose. SCENE : -THE NEIGHBOURING NUNNERY . SCENE : -THE DEVIL'S BRIDGE .
... , and grove , and garden ; The clouds have passed away from her face , Leaving behind them no sorrowful trace , T Only the tender and quiet grace Of one , whose. SCENE : -THE NEIGHBOURING NUNNERY . SCENE : -THE DEVIL'S BRIDGE .
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... forms of fright , Have started from their graves to - night , They have driven sleep from mine eyes away : down to the chapel and pray . I will go V. SCENE : -A COVERED BRIDGE AT LUCERNE . PRINCE 154 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... forms of fright , Have started from their graves to - night , They have driven sleep from mine eyes away : down to the chapel and pray . I will go V. SCENE : -A COVERED BRIDGE AT LUCERNE . PRINCE 154 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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... bridges thrown across The dark and terrible abyss of Death . Well has the name of Pontifex been given Unto the Church's head , as the chief builder And architect of the invisible bridge That leads from earth to heaven . ELSIE . How dark ...
... bridges thrown across The dark and terrible abyss of Death . Well has the name of Pontifex been given Unto the Church's head , as the chief builder And architect of the invisible bridge That leads from earth to heaven . ELSIE . How dark ...
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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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Página 69 - To me the thought of death is terrible, Having such hold on life. To thee it is not So much even as the lifting of a latch ; Only a step into the open air Out of a tent already luminous With light that shines through its transparent walls...
Página 214 - I have been told by some old people, who in their younger years were eyewitnesses of these pageants so acted, that the yearly confluence of people to see that shew was extraordinary great, and yielded no small advantage to this city.
Página 31 - And the Monk Felix closed his book, And long, long, With rapturous look, He listened to the song, And hardly breathed or stirred, Until he saw, as in a vision, The land Elysian, And in the heavenly city heard Angelic feet Fall on the golden flagging of the street. And he would fain Have caught the wondrous bird, But strove in vain ; For it flew away, away, Far over hill and dell, And instead of its sweet singing He heard the convent bell Suddenly in the silence ringing For the service of noonday....