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The bridal of Vaumond

A Metrical Romance
Sands, Robert Charles (1799-1832)

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THE BRIDAL OF VAUMOND;
  
PREFACE.
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PART FIRST.
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PART SECOND.
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PART THIRD.
  
INTRODUCTORY EPISTLE
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SCENE IX. ÆTNA.
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SCENE X. THE PEASANT
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SCENE XI. THE BRIDAL.
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SCENE XII. THE COMBAT.
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VII.
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VIII.
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XII.
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XIII.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XXIII.
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XXVII.
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XXVIII.
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XXX. L'ENVOY.
  
CONCLUSION.

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Streaming on the blackness deep
Was a glare at distance shed,
Quick from his knee did the warrior leap—
As his saviour rock down sped!
The sign of the blessed cross he made
And onward rush'd where the gleaming play'd;
Now by rudely jutting stone
Backward in his progress thrown—
Plunging on with steps of haste,
Downward, darkling was he cast;—
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As in a dream no harm we feel,
Hurl'd down precipice and hill,
So terror, hope, and faith combined,
While sense to toil and pain was blind,
To lead the youth toward the light
In the waking dream of that awful night!
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