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...to have been murdered in order to free the Earl to aspire to the hand of Queen Elizabeth. Now naught was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life...unhappy lady's sighs That issued from that lonely pile. " Lester," she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to mo, To leave me in this lonely...

...that seemed to come from the floor below, an infinitely pathetic voice,broke forth in these words: Now nought was heard beneath the skies, The sounds...in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity?" Thus sore and sad that lady grieved, In Cumnor Hall, so lone and drear; And many a heartfelt sigh she...

...regent of the sky, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby. Now naught was heard beneath the skies, The sounds of busy life were still, CUMNOR HALL. Save an unhappy lady's sighs, That issued from that lonely pile. " Leicester," she cried,...

...regent of the night, Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby. Now naught was heard beneath the skies. The sounds of busy life...unhappy lady's sighs That issued from that lonely pile. To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured iii shameful privity ? " No more thou com'st with lover's...

...the obscure village is thus deplored: "Leicester!" she cried, "is this thy love That thou so oft has sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity?" Three of the best verses are familiar to all who have lent an attentive ear to the pitiful tragedy:...

...order to free the Earl to aspire to the hand of Queen Elizabeth. Now naught was heard beneath the skioa The sounds of busy life were still, Save an unhappy lady's sighs That issued from that lonely pile. " Lester," she cried, " is this thy love That thou so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely...

...Cuqinor ball THE dews of summer night did fall; The moon, sweet regent of the sky, Silver'd the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby....'Leicester,' she cried, 'is this thy love That thou so oft has sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grove, Immured in shameful privity? 'No more thou com'st...

...regent of the sky — Silvered the walls of Cumnor Hall, And many an oak that grew thereby. Now naught was heard beneath the skies — The sounds of busy...so oft hast sworn to me, To leave me in this lonely grave, Immured in shameful privity ? "No more thou com'st, with lover's Thy once beloved bride to see...