The Sea-King A metrical romance, in six cantos. With notes, historical and illustrative. By J. Stanyan Bigg |
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The old man drew the bolt,—a lofty domeBrighter than jasper, blazed upon the dazzled sight.
The vaulted arches rang
To Ragnar's martial clang:—
And from the roof there hung a silver light,
That shed soft beams
In silent streams
For ever burning bright.
But the place was chill and cold, and the busy air
Swept through the vault with a doleful sound;
And ever, as he wondering gazed around,
Ragnar beheld the steady glare
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