Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... deep umbrageous woods . Nearly benighted , one of Percy's companions had , luckily , met with a chasseur , belonging to the keeper of the forest , and he had conducted them to the shelter of the Baron's hunting lodge . An ex- cellent ...
... deep umbrageous woods . Nearly benighted , one of Percy's companions had , luckily , met with a chasseur , belonging to the keeper of the forest , and he had conducted them to the shelter of the Baron's hunting lodge . An ex- cellent ...
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... deep and fantastic shadows on the walls ; and , familiar with all the supersti- tions of the north , as the black phantoms danced to and fro , he could almost imagine that the Forst geister , forest fiends , had joined the company . The ...
... deep and fantastic shadows on the walls ; and , familiar with all the supersti- tions of the north , as the black phantoms danced to and fro , he could almost imagine that the Forst geister , forest fiends , had joined the company . The ...
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... compelled to pass it . On drawing nearer , the hateful wretch , till now apparently engrossed with his work , looked up , and , pointing to the horrid chasm whieh yawned below , said , in a deep unearthly voice , whilst a 52 32 THE DREAM ,
... compelled to pass it . On drawing nearer , the hateful wretch , till now apparently engrossed with his work , looked up , and , pointing to the horrid chasm whieh yawned below , said , in a deep unearthly voice , whilst a 52 32 THE DREAM ,
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... deep grave opened its dark jaws immediately opposite the place in which he stood . Percy shuddered : though pleased with the perusal of superstitious tales , he was not him- self superstitious ; but , nevertheless , he could not help ...
... deep grave opened its dark jaws immediately opposite the place in which he stood . Percy shuddered : though pleased with the perusal of superstitious tales , he was not him- self superstitious ; but , nevertheless , he could not help ...
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... deep for words , too pure for tears ! My heart is tutored not to weep ; Calm , like the calm of even , Where grief lies hushed , but not asleep , Hallows the hours I love to keep For only thee and heaven ; Too far and fair to aid the ...
... deep for words , too pure for tears ! My heart is tutored not to weep ; Calm , like the calm of even , Where grief lies hushed , but not asleep , Hallows the hours I love to keep For only thee and heaven ; Too far and fair to aid the ...
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