Читать книгу A Monk of Cruta - E. Phillips Oppenheim - Страница 2
Table of Contents
Оглавление"THE BLACK-ROBED PHANTOM 'DEATH'"
"THE FAR-OFF MUTTERING OF THE STORM TO COME"
"WHO ARE YOU, AND WHAT YOUR MISSION?"
"I AM WEARY OF A HOPELESS LOVE"
"AH! HOW FAIR MY WEAKNESS FINDS THEE"
"I AM BUT A SLAVE, AND YET I BID THEE COME"
"WE ARE LIKE SHOOTING STARS, WHOSE MEETING IS THEIR RUIN"
"THE PATH THAT LEADS TO MADMEN'S KINGDOMS"
"AND MOST OF ALL WOULD I FLY FROM THE CRUEL MADNESS OF LOVE"
"'TWIXT YOU AND ME A NOISOME SHADOW CAST"
"IF LOVE YOU CHOOSE, THEN LOVE SHALL BE YOUR RUIN"
"SOFTLY GLIMMERING THROUGH THE LAURELS AT THE QUIET EVENFALL"
"BLOOD CALLS ALOUD FOR BLOOD AND NOT FOR HANDS ENTWINED"
"THE NEW, STRONG WINE OF LOVE"
"OH! HEART OF STONE, YET FLESH TO ALL SAVE ME"
"MY LIPS ARE CHARGED WITH TRUTH, AND JUSTICE BIDS ME SPEAK"
"THE SHATTERED VASE OF LOVE'S MOST HOLY VOWS"
"A BECKONING VOICE FROM OUT A SHADOWY LAND"
"LATE THOU COMEST, CRUEL THOU HAST BEEN"
"GRIM FIGURES TRACED BY SORROW'S FIERY HAND"
"THE DAWN OF A SHORT, SWEET LIFE"
"A VOICE AND FIGURE FROM THE DISTANT PAST"
