...rest, — " King," she cried, " O vesper-bell, in the beechwood's old chapelle ! But the passing-bell rings best." They have caught out. at the rein, which...hangs, he rocks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly ! And he shivers head and hoof — and the flakes of foam fall off; And his face...

...Ring," she cried, " O vesper-bell, in the beechwood's old chapelle ! RHYME OF THE DUCHESS MAY. 223 They have caught out at the rein, which Sir Guy threw...hangs, he rocks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly ! And he shivers head and hoof — and the flakes of foam fall off; And his face...

...But the passing-bell rings best." xcII. They have caught out at the rein, which Sir Guy threw loosein vain, — Toll slowly. For the horse in stark despair,...hoofs poised in air, On the last verge, rears amain. xcm. And he hangs, he rocks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly. XCIV. And a look...

...cried, " O vesper-bell, in the beechwood's old chapelle ! RHYME OF TFIE DUCHESS MAY. 293 They Lave caught out at the rein, which Sir Guy threw loose...hangs, he rocks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly . And he shivers head and hoof— and the flakes of foam fall off; And his face...

...she cried, ' O vesper-bell, in the beechwood's old chapelle ! But the passing-bell rings best.' xen. They have caught out at the rein, which Sir Guy threw...hoofs poised in air, On the last verge rears amain. xcm. Xow he hangs, the rocks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly. Xow he shivers...

...— Toll slowly "Ring," she cried, "0 vesper-bell, in the beechwood's old chapelle ! But the passing bell rings best." They have caught out at the rein,...front hoofs poised in air, On the last verge, rears attain. And he hangs, he rocks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly . And he shivers...

...chapelle! But the passing bell rings best/ They have caught out at the rein, which Sir Guy threw loose—in vain, — Toll slowly. For the horse in stark despair,...hoofs poised in air, On the last verge rears amain. Now he hangs the rocks between -*» and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly. Now he shivers head...

...went down. " They have caught out at the rein, which Sir Guy threw loose, — in vain. Tollriorwly. For the horse, in stark despair, with his front hoofs poised in air, On the last verge rears amain. " Now he hangs, he rocks between, and his nostrils curdle in ! Toll slowly. Now he shivers head and...

...Toll slowly. 'Ring,' she cried, 'O vesper-bell, in the beechwood's old chapelle ! But the passing-bell rings best.' They have caught out at the rein, which...hoofs poised in air, On the last verge rears amain. XCIII. Now he hangs, he rocks between, and his nostrils curdle in! — Toll slowly. Now he shivers...

...Guy threw loose — in vain, — Toll slowly I For the horse in stark despair, with his front ho»fs poised in air, On the last verge, rears amain. And he hangs, he rooks between — and his nostrils curdle in, — Toll slowly! And he shivers head and hoof — and...