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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A VIZE TELLY SC Prestas The golden legend [ a play ] . Illustr . from designs by B. ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow THE GOLDEN LEGEND . BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . ILLUSTRATED Front Cover.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. A VIZE TELLY SC Prestas The golden legend [ a play ] . Illustr . from designs by B. ... Henry Wadsworth Longfellow THE GOLDEN LEGEND . BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW . ILLUSTRATED Front Cover.
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... golden prow . " BIRKET FOSTER . 199 XLVIII . " And what a scene there , through the door ! The forest behind and the garden before , And midway an old man of threescore , With a wife and children that caress him . " JANE E. HAY . 201 ...
... golden prow . " BIRKET FOSTER . 199 XLVIII . " And what a scene there , through the door ! The forest behind and the garden before , And midway an old man of threescore , With a wife and children that caress him . " JANE E. HAY . 201 ...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE GOLDEN LEGEND . PROLOGUE . Night and storm . LUCIFER , with the.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE GOLDEN LEGEND . PROLOGUE . Night and storm . LUCIFER , with the.
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... For these bells have been anointed , And baptised with holy water ! They defy our utmost power . THE BELLS . Defunctos ploro ! Pestem fugo ! Festa decoro ! LUCIFER . Shake the casements ! Break the painted Panes THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... For these bells have been anointed , And baptised with holy water ! They defy our utmost power . THE BELLS . Defunctos ploro ! Pestem fugo ! Festa decoro ! LUCIFER . Shake the casements ! Break the painted Panes THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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... those that are called so . PRINCE HENRY . Can you bring The dead to life ? LUCIFER . Yes ; very nearly . And , what is a wiser , and better thing , Can keep the living from ever needing Such an unnatural 8 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... those that are called so . PRINCE HENRY . Can you bring The dead to life ? LUCIFER . Yes ; very nearly . And , what is a wiser , and better thing , Can keep the living from ever needing Such an unnatural 8 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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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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