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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)

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ST. ALBAN'S ABBEY:
  
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CANTO I. THE ABBEY.
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CANTO II. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FIRST 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.
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CANTO X. AMONG THE DEAD.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

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XXVI.

And, at such hour, was sometimes seen,
Veiled in thin shadowy weeds of woe,
The image of a stately Queen,
Near the cold marble pacing slow.
The crown upon her hair gleamed faint,
And more of heroine than saint
Was drawn upon her lofty brow.
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The proud, heroic graces there,
The grandeur of her step and air,
No softer charms of pity share.
Alas! that such commanding mind
Were not with truth and mercy joined!
Now, were her look, her eye of fire,
That once could warlike bands inspire,
Dimmed with the tear of vain remorse:
Far less had been a kingdom's loss,
Than loss of holy innocence;
So said her fixed and anguished countenance.
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