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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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III.
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VII.
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VIII.
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IX.
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X.
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XI.
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XII.
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XIII.
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XVI.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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XXIII.
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XXVII.
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XXVIII.
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XXIX.
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XXX. L'ENVOY.
  
CONCLUSION.

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XIX.

Another step the cavern treads,
Another form reveal the shades—
How?—in this infernal world
Comes there aught of mortal mould?
Limbs of man it hath indeed,
Of a goodly man they seem—
Armour it weareth—Mary speed!
That monarch port—that sable crest—
It cannot—ay, HE stands confest—
Or is it all a dream?
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