. A twisted skein:. he picture so enchantsHis heart hes losing with each lingring glance. 24 IN THE LIBRARY. II. And still the storm doth moan!Still howls the wind in dreary wildness past;The icy rain falls thicker and more fast;The thunder rolls with loud unceasing din;And luridly the lightnings glare shoots in; The while with air and toneOf graceful defrence for the lady fairWho sits so near him in her easy chair,The man relates what him of late befellBy bosk and down, by streamlet, mount and dell, Through forests dim and one obstruction scarcely had been passedWhen swift uprose a g

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. A twisted skein:. he picture so enchantsHis heart hes losing with each lingring glance. 24 IN THE LIBRARY. II. And still the storm doth moan!Still howls the wind in dreary wildness past;The icy rain falls thicker and more fast;The thunder rolls with loud unceasing din;And luridly the lightnings glare shoots in; The while with air and toneOf graceful defrence for the lady fairWho sits so near him in her easy chair,The man relates what him of late befellBy bosk and down, by streamlet, mount and dell, Through forests dim and one obstruction scarcely had been passedWhen swift uprose a greater than the last;While dark and darker grew the roaring night,And fast and faster flashed the ghastly light Of blue electric flame,Until before his weary, dazzled eyes, IN THE LIBRARY. 25 He saw at last this noble mansion rise. The lady listens to the thrilling tale With flattring interest, and cheek which pale With sympathy became,As thus the stranger to relate attemptsThe nights disasters, and the days THE STRANGERS STOET. I.

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