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THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLFHO.

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Walancourt at length, as he profud her hand in his, Emily.”

Fate sits on these dark battlements, and frowns;
And, as the porlals open to receive me,
Her voice, in sullen echoes through the courts,
Tells of a nameless deed !

PARIS:
PRINTED FOR THEOPHILUS BARROIS, JUNIOR,

BOOKSELLER, N.° 5, QUAY VOLTAIRE.

M DCCC VIII.

Some pow'r impart the spear and shield,
At which the wizard passions fly,
By wbrich the giant follies die.

COLLINO.

MADAME CHERON's house stood at a little distance from the city of Thoulouse, and was surrounded by extensive gardens, in which Emily, who had arisen early, amused herself with wandering before breakfast. From a terrace, that extended along the highest part of them, was a wide view over Languedoc. On the distant horizon to the south, she discovered the wild summits of the Pyrenees, and her fancy immediately painted the green pastures of Gascony at their feet. Her heart pointed to her

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