Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III ::

Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III

Keeping festival in Ardenne, a romance. St. Alban's Abbey, a metrical tale; With some poetical pieces. By Anne Radcliffe ... To which is prefixed: A memoir of the author, with extracts from her journals. In four volumes

Radcliffe, Ann Ward (1764-1823)

VOL. I.

GASTON DE BLONDEVILLE.

THE BRIDAL.

[O'er the high western wolds afar]

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CANTO II. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FIRST BATTLE.

III.

CANTO III. THE DAY OF THE FIRST BATTLE.

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CANTO IV. THE HOUR AFTER THE BATTLE.

CANTO V. THE EVENING AFTER THE BATTLE.

VI.

CANTO VI. THE EVENING AFTER THE BATTLE.

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CANTO VII. SCENE IN THE MONASTERY.

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CANTO VIII. SOLEMN WATCH WITHIN THE ABBEY.

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CANTO IX. AMONG THE DEAD.

CANTO X. AMONG THE DEAD.

ON A FIRST VIEW OF THE GROUP CALLED THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS;

A SECOND VIEW OF THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS.

ON ASCENDING A HILL CROWNED WITH A CONVENT.

THE SNOW-FIEND.

AN ANCIENT BEECH-TREE. IN THE PARK, AT KNOLE.

SEA-VIEWS.

TO THE SWALLOW.

FOREST LAWNS.

ON THE RONDEAU, “JUST LIKE LOVE IS YONDER ROSE.”

DECEMBER'S EVE, ABROAD.

DECEMBER'S EVE, AT HOME.

A SEA-VIEW.

ON HAYLEY'S LIFE OF COWPER.

WRITTEN IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT.

SONNET TO THE LARK.

ON READING THE FOLLOWING BEAUTIFUL LINES, WRITTEN BY THE LATE LADY ELIZABETH LEE, SISTER OF EARL HARCOURT,

PART I. THE HAZEL TREE.

II.

PART II. THE FAIRIE COURT.

III.

PART III. THE MAGIC MIRRORS.

SCENE ON THE NORTHERN SHORE OF SICILY.

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A SECOND VIEW OF THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS.

Mountains! when next I saw ye it was Noon,
And Summer o'er your distant steeps had flung
Her veil of misty light: your rock-woods hung
Just green and budding, though in pride of June,

And pale your many-spiring tops appeared,
While, here and there, soft tints of silver grey
Marked where some jutting cliff received the ray;
Or long-lived precipice its brow upreared.

Beyond your tapering pinnacles, a show
Of other giant-forms more dimly frowned,
Hinting the wonders of that unknown ground,
And of deep wizard-vales, unseen below.

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Thus, o'er the long and level plains ye rose
Abrupt and awful, when my raptured eye
Beheld ye. Mute I gazed! 'Twas then a sigh
Alone could speak the soul's most full repose;

For of a grander world ye seemed the dawn,
Rising beyond where Time's tired wing can go,
As, bending o'er the green Rhine's liquid lawn,
Ye watched the ages of the world below.

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A SECOND VIEW OF THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS.