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... slowly down the good old man's cheeks . " Yes , I haven't a doubt that sometime - somewhere - it will be all right , " he said . C. L. Watkins . BEHIND THE ARRAS . A CHRISTMAS MASQUE . ( Yvrel Feb. 1905 ] 183 Purgatory . L Watkins.
... slowly down the good old man's cheeks . " Yes , I haven't a doubt that sometime - somewhere - it will be all right , " he said . C. L. Watkins . BEHIND THE ARRAS . A CHRISTMAS MASQUE . ( Yvrel Feb. 1905 ] 183 Purgatory . L Watkins.
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BEHIND THE ARRAS . A CHRISTMAS MASQUE . ( Yvrel , a damosel , and Noel , a page , speak in this wise , seated in a tapestry - hung corner of the King's great hall . ) YVREL . W HAT star has given thee its care , My Noel , and has made ...
BEHIND THE ARRAS . A CHRISTMAS MASQUE . ( Yvrel , a damosel , and Noel , a page , speak in this wise , seated in a tapestry - hung corner of the King's great hall . ) YVREL . W HAT star has given thee its care , My Noel , and has made ...
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... Yvrel speaks . ) YVREL . Dear Noel , I believe you true . You've sworn on Christmas eve to do Aught I might bid ; to break the spell Of Barbarossa ; or , through Hell , Clean to the Nadir ride , and bring Me up the trident of its king ...
... Yvrel speaks . ) YVREL . Dear Noel , I believe you true . You've sworn on Christmas eve to do Aught I might bid ; to break the spell Of Barbarossa ; or , through Hell , Clean to the Nadir ride , and bring Me up the trident of its king ...
Side 186
... YVREL . The nun's damp veil fills me with dread . I hate it ; I were better dead . Oh sweet , tomorrow is too late . For , by thy sunny dear brown head These nuns will seize me if we wait . NOEL . It is a pity . Well , —I pray That you ...
... YVREL . The nun's damp veil fills me with dread . I hate it ; I were better dead . Oh sweet , tomorrow is too late . For , by thy sunny dear brown head These nuns will seize me if we wait . NOEL . It is a pity . Well , —I pray That you ...
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... YVREL . You love me not . Oh God how piteous is my lot . NOEL . Now , now ! Weep not , poor little maid . Upon the long wolf haunted way I fear you would be sore afraid . And weary , weary , never gay Is life on Father's wild bleak ...
... YVREL . You love me not . Oh God how piteous is my lot . NOEL . Now , now ! Weep not , poor little maid . Upon the long wolf haunted way I fear you would be sore afraid . And weary , weary , never gay Is life on Father's wild bleak ...
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