Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III ::

Gaston de Blondeville, or The court of Henry III

Keeping festival in Ardenne, a romance. St. Alban's Abbey, a metrical tale; With some poetical pieces. By Anne Radcliffe ... To which is prefixed: A memoir of the author, with extracts from her journals. In four volumes

Radcliffe, Ann Ward (1764-1823)

VOL. I.

GASTON DE BLONDEVILLE.

THE BRIDAL.

[O'er the high western wolds afar]

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CANTO II. THE NIGHT BEFORE THE FIRST BATTLE.

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CANTO III. THE DAY OF THE FIRST BATTLE.

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CANTO IV. THE HOUR AFTER THE BATTLE.

CANTO V. THE EVENING AFTER THE BATTLE.

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CANTO VI. THE EVENING AFTER THE BATTLE.

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CANTO VII. SCENE IN THE MONASTERY.

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CANTO VIII. SOLEMN WATCH WITHIN THE ABBEY.

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CANTO IX. AMONG THE DEAD.

CANTO X. AMONG THE DEAD.

ON A FIRST VIEW OF THE GROUP CALLED THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS;

A SECOND VIEW OF THE SEVEN MOUNTAINS.

ON ASCENDING A HILL CROWNED WITH A CONVENT.

THE SNOW-FIEND.

AN ANCIENT BEECH-TREE. IN THE PARK, AT KNOLE.

SEA-VIEWS.

TO THE SWALLOW.

FOREST LAWNS.

ON THE RONDEAU, “JUST LIKE LOVE IS YONDER ROSE.”

DECEMBER'S EVE, ABROAD.

DECEMBER'S EVE, AT HOME.

A SEA-VIEW.

ON HAYLEY'S LIFE OF COWPER.

WRITTEN IN THE ISLE OF WIGHT.

SONNET TO THE LARK.

ON READING THE FOLLOWING BEAUTIFUL LINES, WRITTEN BY THE LATE LADY ELIZABETH LEE, SISTER OF EARL HARCOURT,

THE REED OF POESY.

PART I. THE HAZEL TREE.

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PART II. THE FAIRIE COURT.

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PART III. THE MAGIC MIRRORS.

SCENE ON THE NORTHERN SHORE OF SICILY.

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THE REED OF POESY.

Oh! sweet reed, come hither!
Never from thee will I part;
For oft, like sun-shine weather,
Thy music has cheered my heart:
Oh! sweet reed, come hither.

Many a forest-green mountain
In leafless November I've seen;
Many a daisy-rimmed fountain
In frozen December has been;

Many an April bower,
And many a valley of May
Bright with sunbeam and flower,
I've seen on a Winter's day.

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Oft, in the depth of December,
When the night-blast shrieked aloud,
And sadly bade me remember,
That Death was abroad in his shroud;

Thy welcomest note light sounding
Has flattered my fears to rest;
My lone, lone hearth surrounding
With many a fairy guest.

And many a scene of wonder,
Rising from forth the dark night,
In veil thrown but half asunder,
Has thrilled me with dread delight.

How oft, in some measureless chamber,
I have seen the traveller wait,
Through the dull night of December,
All fearful of some sad fate.

And I've heard that voice so hollow
Break once on his startled ear;

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And seen him how sadly follow,
And dimly disappear.

And, when the grey doubtful morning
Has gleamed pale over the waste,
I've viewed him all safe returning,
And smiling at danger past.

So come, sweet reed, come hither!
I never from thee will part;
For oft, like sunshine weather,
Thy music has cheered my heart.
Oh! sweet reed, come hither!

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THE REED OF POESY.