NIGHTMARE ABBEY.
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Mr. Flosky.
I should be most happy if Miss O'Carroll would remind us that there are yet both music and sunshine—
The Honorable Mr. Listless.
In the voice and the smile of beauty. May I entreat the favor of—(turning over the pages of music.)
All were silent, and Marionetta sung:—
Why are thy looks so blank, grey friar?
Why are thy looks so blue?
Thou seem'st more pale and lank, grey friar,
Than thou wast used to do:—
Say, what has made thee rue?
Why are thy looks so blue?
Thou seem'st more pale and lank, grey friar,
Than thou wast used to do:—
Say, what has made thee rue?
Thy form was plump, and a light did shine
In thy round and ruby face,
Which shewed an outward visible sign
Of an inward spiritual grace:—
Say, what has changed thy case?
In thy round and ruby face,
Which shewed an outward visible sign
Of an inward spiritual grace:—
Say, what has changed thy case?
