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

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“O come, my bride—the priest awaits—
Come, let us link our deathless fates”—
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“Vaumond! Vaumond! in such abode,
Never did Christian worship God!
There is a whirl within my brain,
Bear me to upper air again!”
“O 'tis a maiden's blushing fears,
Mine antique chapel stern appears:
O let them not thy true love blight,
For so his troth should warrior plight.”
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