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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)

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VOL. I.
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GASTON DE BLONDEVILLE.
  
THE BRIDAL.
  
[O'er the high western wolds afar]
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VOL III, IV.
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ST. ALBAN'S ABBEY:
  
[prologue]
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CANTO I. THE ABBEY.
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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.
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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.
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CANTO X. AMONG THE DEAD.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.
  
SALISBURY PLAINS.
  
SHAKSPEARE'S CLIFF.
  
THE FISHERS.
  
IN THE NEW FOREST.
  
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,
  
TO THE RIVER DOVE.
  
THE SEA-MEW.
  
TO THE WINDS.
  
MOONLIGHT.
  
SMILES.
  
THE REED OF POESY.
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EDWY.
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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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XIX.

Lost now that Study's farther shade,
Whose peace no stray step might invade,
Nor any sound of breathing life,
Save when the Choir, in faint, sweet strife
Of voice and citole offering
Praise, such as Angel-bands might sing,
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In lessening chorus, on their way,
Ascending to Eternal Day,
Were heard with joyful murmuring,
Their pure, harmonious strains to bring.
It's deep, perspective shade is gone,
That led, where the rich oriel shone,
Where golden gloom the stained glass shed
O'er the lone Abbot's bended head,
As, sitting in his ebon chair,
Lulled by sweet harmonies afar,
He mused on death and life to come,
The dawn of peace beyond the tomb,
Or called back years, that o'er his head had rolled,
And knew himself for one, whose tale is told!
So still his form, so fixed his look,
As dwelt his pale eyes o'er his book,
So true, so clearly might you trace
The lines of thought upon his face,
He seemed some shade, that loves to dwell
Where late it's mortal substance fell—
To linger in the living scene,
Where erst it's cares, it's joys had been;
The while each shuddering sigh of air,
That breathed upon the ivy near,
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Passed o'er the Vision's patient head,
Like whisper of the spirit fled.
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