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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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III.
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VI.
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VII.
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VIII.
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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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SCENE XII. THE COMBAT.
  
CONCLUSION.

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VII.

When shall the winding rock-hewn stair,
How distant now from upper air!
When shall it find an end?
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The lady paus'd—“why stays my love.?”
“Vaumond, no farther will I move,
No more will I descend.”
“Now, Isabel, my own thou art,
Here will I claim thee, better part,
Of every life-throb of my heart!
Here at the solemn tide of eve,
And in night's central realm,
Our deathless destinies we weave,
And all disunion whelm—
One upon earth, till earth is gone,
In heav'n or hell, we will be ONE!”
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