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BLACK KNIGHT. Behold! there Rheims ariseth with its towers, The goal and end of thy career. Thou seest The lofty minster's sun-illumined dome; Thou in triumphal pomp wouldst enter there, Thy monarch crown, and ratify thy vow. Enter not there! Return! Attend my warning! JOHANNA. What art thou, double-tongued, deceitful being, Who wouldst bewilder and appal me? Speak!
At the end of one transept is the Five Sisters Window, designed by five nuns, each planning a tall, narrow sash; and a beautiful rose-window is at the end of the other transept. High up in the nave the statue of St. George stands on one side defying the dragon, who pokes out his head on the other. Its tombs are among the minster's greatest curiosities.
"We were in the Methodist church last Sunday evening," said Anne wickedly. "Oh, I s'pose Dr. Blythe has to go to the Methodist church once in a while or he wouldn't get the Methodist practice." "We liked the sermon very much," declared Anne boldly. "And I thought the Methodist minster's prayer was one of the most beautiful I ever heard." "Oh, I've no doubt he can pray.
His York Minster's West-Front opens; and like the gates of Milton's heaven, it turns on golden binges. What have we here? The inner palace of the Great Mogul? Group and gilded columns, in confidential clusters; fixed fountains; canopies and lounges; and lords and dames in silk and spangles.
"Why in the world," she said with a flushed gaiety perfectly genuine, "did you ever come to see me? Will you please sit here, rather near me? or I shall not dare believe that you are that same Captain Selwyn who once was so deliciously rude to me at the Minster's dance." "Was there not a little malice just a very little on your part to begin it?" he asked, smiling. "Malice? Why?
Here is enough I'm sure for both!" Sage wisdom laughed, the prudent elf! And wiped her brow, with moisture hot: "There runs thy friend to hang himself, Be reconciled I need thee not!" Mournful groans, as when a tempest lowers, Echo from the dreary house of woe; Death-notes rise from yonder minster's towers! Up! each man the sad procession swell!
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