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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.
  
INTRODUCTORY EPISTLE.
  
PROEM.
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SCENE I. THE CHARM.
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SCENE II. THE VISION.
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SCENE III. THE TOURNAMENT.
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SCENE IV. THE PAGE.
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PART SECOND.
  
INTRODUCTORY EPISTLE
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SCENE V. THE BANQUET.
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SCENE VI. THE WARNING.
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SCENE VII. THE BOWER.
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SCENE VIII. THE DUNGEON.
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II.
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III.
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IV.
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V.
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VI.
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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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XIV.
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XV.
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XVI.
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PART THIRD.
  
INTRODUCTORY EPISTLE
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SCENE IX. ÆTNA.
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II.
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III.
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IV.
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V.
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VI.
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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. Song of the Spirits in Aetna.
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XII. SONG CONTINUED.
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XIII. SONG CONTINUED.
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XIV. SONG CONTINUED.
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XV. SONG CONTINUED.
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XVI. SONG CONTINUED.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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XX.
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XXI.
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XXII.
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XXIII.
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XXIV.
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XXV.
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XXVI.
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SCENE X. THE PEASANT
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III.
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IV.
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V.
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VI.
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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. The Peasant's Legend.
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XIV.
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XV.
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XVI.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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XX.
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SCENE XI. THE BRIDAL.
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III.
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VI.
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VII.
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VIII.
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IX.
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XI.
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XII.
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XIII.
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XIV.
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XV. Requiescat in Pace.
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XVI.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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SCENE XII. THE COMBAT.
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III.
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IV.
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V.
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VI.
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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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XIV.
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XV.
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XVI.
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XVII.
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XVIII.
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XIX.
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XX.
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XXI.
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XXII.
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XXIII.
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XXIV.
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XXV.
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XXVI.
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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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V.

Around, how far!—all unconfest
Its bounds,

The prospect from Ætna has been described by Denon and others; but by none whose account can bear any comparison with that of Brydone. His description of the effect produced by the sun's rising is indeed truly sublime; and it is the more wonderful as it is in part fiction: for his fellow-traveller, Dr. North, who has been in this country, stated that they arrived at the top of the mountain too late to witness the glorious spectacle.

with the blue heaven blending,
Spread the broad ocean's dimpled breast,
Where many a glittering sail is wending,
Amid yon offspring of the deep

The Lipari Islands, of which Stromboli alone is now volcanic, although they have all evidently been so.


That restless on its bosom sleep,
Shrouded in their encircling cloak
Their billowy canopy of smoke,
And capt with tapering flame their head;
Here the fair island's shores were spread
With rugged rock and bold cliff blent,
Where turret rose and battlement—
The island guards—a giant host
That hold their watch along the coast.
In mingling, bright succession lay
Mountains green and valleys gay;
Tall ridges o'er that garden hung
And far their deep'ning shadows flung;—
There were golden seas of billowy grain,
Glad vineyards smiling on the plain;
The silver streamlets wound along
The emerald meads of peace among;—
There were fruits of every hue and die
That mellow in Sicilian sky;
Here the dark forest sombre rose
And gave the tiring ken repose;
And wandering, by its contrast showing
More fair the Eden round it glowing,
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Wound about in frequent vein
Th' arrested torrent's iron plain.
Here lay, embosom'd in her dell
Fair Palermo's “golden shell;”—
Gleaming mid the mountain fires
Rose the hamlets' glittering spires;
Marble domes in ruin lie
To tell of ages long gone by;—
Sithence the Saracen had rear'd
Dark towers, that frowning high appear'd
On masses of eternal rock;
Stupendous piles! whose ruins mock
The feebleness of modern days,
The vanity of glory's blaze!
The convents' turrets oft obtrude
Above their hallow'd, peaceful wood;—
All tells of love and sympathy
And heav'n-descended charity!
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