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... dead ! O , we cannot ! The Apostles VOICES . And the Martyrs , wrapped in mantles , Stand as warders at the entrance , Stand as sentinels o'erhead ! THE BELLS . Excito lentos ! Dissipo ventos ! Paco THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 3.
... dead ! O , we cannot ! The Apostles VOICES . And the Martyrs , wrapped in mantles , Stand as warders at the entrance , Stand as sentinels o'erhead ! THE BELLS . Excito lentos ! Dissipo ventos ! Paco THE GOLDEN LEGEND . 3.
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... dead . And it is not a matter of special wonder That , when God is walking overhead , You should not hear my feeble tread . What may your PRINCE HENRY . wish or purpose be ? LUCIFER . Nothing or everything , as it pleases Your Highness ...
... dead . And it is not a matter of special wonder That , when God is walking overhead , You should not hear my feeble tread . What may your PRINCE HENRY . wish or purpose be ? LUCIFER . Nothing or everything , as it pleases Your Highness ...
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... and drains ; I am accounted as one who is dead , And , indeed , I think that I shall be soon . LUCIFER . And has Gordonius the Divine , In his famous Lily of Medicine , — I see the book lies open before you , - 10 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... and drains ; I am accounted as one who is dead , And , indeed , I think that I shall be soon . LUCIFER . And has Gordonius the Divine , In his famous Lily of Medicine , — I see the book lies open before you , - 10 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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... dead are dead , And their oracles dumb , when questioned Of the new diseases that human life Evolves in its progress , rank and rife . Consult the dead upon things that were , But the living only on things that are . Have you done this ...
... dead are dead , And their oracles dumb , when questioned Of the new diseases that human life Evolves in its progress , rank and rife . Consult the dead upon things that were , But the living only on things that are . Have you done this ...
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... dead , Its mighty , mystic stream has rolled ; So , starting from its fountain - head Under the lotus - leaves of Isis , From the dead demi - gods of eld , Through long , unbroken lines of kings Its course the sacred art has held ...
... dead , Its mighty , mystic stream has rolled ; So , starting from its fountain - head Under the lotus - leaves of Isis , From the dead demi - gods of eld , Through long , unbroken lines of kings Its course the sacred art has held ...
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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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