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Page 50 - O'er all there hung a shadow and a fear ; A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is Haunted!
Page 47 - All ruined, desolate, forlorn, and savage : No hand or foot within the precinct came To rectify or ravage. For over all there hung a cloud of fear, A sense of mystery the spirit daunted, And said, as plain as whisper in the ear, The place is haunted 1 PART II.
Page 42 - SOME dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural, and full of contradictions ; Yet others of our most romantic schemes Are something more than fictions. It might be only on enchanted ground ; It might be merely by a thought's expansion ; But in the spirit, or the flesh, I found An old deserted Mansion.
Page 45 - The coot was swimming in the reedy pond, Beside the waterhen, so soon affrighted ; And in the weedy moat the heron, fond Of solitude, alighted. ' The moping heron, motionless and stiff, That on a stone, as silently and stilly Stood, an apparent sentinel, as if To guard the water lily.
Page 28 - The Aspens — one and all, With solemn groan And hollow moan Lament a comrade's fall ! A goodly Elm, of noble girth, That, thrice the human span — While on their variegated course The constant Seasons ran — Through gale, and hail, and fiery bolt, Had stood erect as Man.