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...violence and wickedness more and more prevail." — Colonel Yule's "Marco Polo," ch. xv. p. 264-5. " A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...Holy Grail : With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sweeping wings they sail. —What is it? The phantom of a cup that comes and goes ? The cup, the cup...

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...There may be those to whom it is given to see — " A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels hear the Holy Grail ; "With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. " Oh ! Messed vision, blood of God ! My spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides the glory...

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...mountain-meres I find a magic bark ; I leap on board ; no helmsman steers ; I float till all is dark. A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...mingles with the stars. When on my goodly charger borne, Through dreaming towns I go, The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, The streets are dumb with snow....

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...prove to you that it is noble ? " And, tapping impatiently with her foot, she went on to herself — " A gentle sound, an awful light ! Three angels bear...folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings thcv sail. Ah ! blessed vision ! blood of God ! The spirit beats her mortal bars, As down dark tides...