| Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III | |
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X.
On yonder brow, that fronts the West,
Where glimmering beams in stillness rest,
Once rose the Abbot's Hall of Right,
That wont to view Ver's stream below
And shallow valley westward go
To farthest hills, that owned his might;
And from those farthest hills were seen,
Through oaken boughs of stretching green,
The fretted window of that hall,
The pinnacle, that crowned it's wall,
And seemed to watch it's portal grey,
With crimson light tinged by the setting ray.
| Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III | |
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