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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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VOL. I.
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GASTON DE BLONDEVILLE.
  
THE BRIDAL.
  
[O'er the high western wolds afar]
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VOL III, IV.
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ST. ALBAN'S ABBEY:
  
[prologue]
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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 III. THE DAY OF THE FIRST BATTLE.
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CANTO V. THE EVENING AFTER THE BATTLE.
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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.
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CANTO X. AMONG THE DEAD.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
SALISBURY PLAINS.
  
SHAKSPEARE'S CLIFF.
  
THE FISHERS.
  
IN THE NEW FOREST.
  
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,
  
TO THE RIVER DOVE.
  
THE SEA-MEW.
  
TO THE WINDS.
  
MOONLIGHT.
  
SMILES.
  
THE REED OF POESY.
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EDWY.
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PART I. THE HAZEL TREE.
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PART II. THE FAIRIE COURT.
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PART III. THE MAGIC MIRRORS.
  
SCENE ON THE NORTHERN SHORE OF SICILY.

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But, though these lighted halls are gone,
And darkly stands that tower and lone,
The sacred temple still endures;
A truer worship it secures.
And, though the gorgeous shrines are o'er,
And their pale watch-monks now no more;
Though torch, nor voice, from chantry-tomb,
Break, solemn, through the distant gloom;
Though pilgrim-trains no more ascend
Where far-seen arches dimly bend,
And fix in awe th' admiring eye
Upon the Martyr's crown, on high,
And watch upon his funeral-bed;
Nor hundred Monks, by Abbot led,
Through aisle and choir, by tomb and shrine,
Display the long-devolving line,
To notes of solemn minstrelsy,
And hymns, that o'er the vaulting die
Yet, we here feel the inward peace,
That in long-reverenced places dwells;
Our earthly cares here learn to cease;
The Future all the Past expels.
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And still, so solemn falls the shade,
Where once the weeping Palmer prayed,
We feel, as o'er the graves we tread,
His thrill of reverential dread.
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