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... poor old seneschal , Haunt , like a ghost , the banquet - hall . Alas ! the merry guests no more Crowd through the hospitable door ; No eyes with youth and passion shine , No cheeks grow redder than the wine ; No song , no laugh , no ...
... poor old seneschal , Haunt , like a ghost , the banquet - hall . Alas ! the merry guests no more Crowd through the hospitable door ; No eyes with youth and passion shine , No cheeks grow redder than the wine ; No song , no laugh , no ...
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... poor old sinner , And , like these towers , begin to moulder ; And you have been absent many a year ! WALTER . How is the Prince ? HUBERT . He is not here ; He has been ill : and now has fled . WALTER . Speak it out frankly say he's ...
... poor old sinner , And , like these towers , begin to moulder ; And you have been absent many a year ! WALTER . How is the Prince ? HUBERT . He is not here ; He has been ill : and now has fled . WALTER . Speak it out frankly say he's ...
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... Poor Prince ! WALTER . HUBERT . I think he might have mended ; And he did mend : but very soon The Priests came flocking in , like rooks , With all their croziers and their crooks , And so at last the matter ended . How did it end ...
... Poor Prince ! WALTER . HUBERT . I think he might have mended ; And he did mend : but very soon The Priests came flocking in , like rooks , With all their croziers and their crooks , And so at last the matter ended . How did it end ...
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... ? ELSIE . It was the Prince : he stood at the door , And listened a moment , as we chaunted The evening song . He is gone again . I have often seen him there before . Poor Prince ! URSULA . GOTTLIEB . I thought the 40 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
... ? ELSIE . It was the Prince : he stood at the door , And listened a moment , as we chaunted The evening song . He is gone again . I have often seen him there before . Poor Prince ! URSULA . GOTTLIEB . I thought the 40 THE GOLDEN LEGEND .
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Poor Prince ! URSULA . GOTTLIEB . I thought the house was haunted ! Poor Prince , alas ! and yet as mild And patient as the gentlest child ! MAX . I love him because he is so good , And makes me such fine bows ...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Poor Prince ! URSULA . GOTTLIEB . I thought the house was haunted ! Poor Prince , alas ! and yet as mild And patient as the gentlest child ! MAX . I love him because he is so good , And makes me such fine bows ...
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Termos e frases comuns
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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