The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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The wind came whistling loud and chill,Down many a glen, o'er many a hill,
But in the hall the guests were still;
They moved not a limb, they breathed not a breath,
As though they sat in the chambers of death:
And yet each bright enquiring eye
Is fixed on one object,—ask ye why?
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