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...confused and loud, That shadow still the same; And on my heavy eye-lids My anguish hangs like shame. Alas! for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering through the laurels, At the quiet evening fall, In the garden, by the terrace Of the old manorial hall....

...confused and loud, The shadow still the same; And on ray heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call,...evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial ImlL Would the happy spirit descend. From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...

...confused and loud, 9. The shadow still the same ; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call,...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...

...confused and loud, The shadow still the same; And on my heavy eyelids My anguish hangs like shame. 11. Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call,...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. 12. Would the happy spirit descend, Prom the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street,...

...darkened, there is this sigh of unutterable sadness, in which all the past is tenderly summed up : — " Alas for her that met me. That heard me softly call,...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall." The lover goes mad, and raves at the society in which he has lived. He recovers, but Maud comes no...

...unutterable sadness, in which all the post is tenderly summed up : — " Alas for her that met me, That hoard me softly call. Came glimmering thro' the laurels...the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall." The lover goes mad, and raves at the society in which he has lived. He recovers, but Maud comes no...

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...hangs like shame. XL ' Alas for her that met me, That heard me softly call, Came glimmering through the laurels At the quiet even-fall, In the garden, by the turrets Of the old manorial ball. ' Would the happy spirit descend From the realms" of light and scnr. In the chamber or the street,...

...shame. Alas for her that met me, That heard me sufily call, fame glimmering thro' the laurels At tLe quiet evenfall, In the garden by the turrets Of the old manorial hall. Would the happy spirit descend, From the realms of light and song, In the chamber or the street, As...