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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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XVIII.
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XXVIII.
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XXX. L'ENVOY.
  
CONCLUSION.

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VII.

But he is safe!

—“Fell it alone? alone it fell.” Rokeby.

—the struggle o'er
The cold dews gush'd from every pore—
An icy trembling came;
Such knew he not on battle plain,
When the bloodhound gorging o'er the slain
Laid the quivering flesh all bare,
Till bursting with his banquet there
Sunk down his bloated frame!
A deathlike damp was on his brow—
The nerveless limbs all idly now
In fear's delirium motionless
The passive failing will confess.
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