...with wild denizens so swarming rife, We know the healthy stir of human life, Must be for ever gone I The walls where hung the warriors' shining casques Are green with moss and mould ; The blindworm coils where Queens have slept, nor asks For shelter from the cold. The swallow, — he is...

...rain-drops falling from slant eaves, And all mysterious unconnected sounds With which the place abounds. The walls where hung the warriors' shining casques Are green with moss and mould ; The blindworm coils where Queens have slept nor asks For shelter from the cold. The brambles let no footstep...

...charity of the Count of the name and his charming wife. Now all is overgrown and unhindered decay. " The walls, where hung the warriors' shining casques, Are green with moss and moulil ; The blind worm coils where queens have slept, nor asks For shelter from the cold." The true-hearted...

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