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...heard ! The feeble will not behold them in the hall ; or smile at their trembling hands. Their meHark ! the whirlwind is in the wood! A low murmur in the...army of the dead returning from the air. The moon rests behind the hill. The beam is still on that lofty rock. Long are the shadows of the trees. Now...

...the cloud. He sees the starry plough of the north. Much of the night is to pass. He nods by the mossy rock. Hark ! the whirlwind is in. 'the wood ! A low...the mighty army of the dead returning from the air. away the heart of the chief of the people of the earth.— They grope in the dark without light." zii....

...cloud. lie sees the starry plough of the north. Much of the night is to .pass. He nods by the mossy rock. Hark ! the whirlwind is in the wood ! A low murmur in the rale ! It is the mighty army of the dead returning from the air. away the heart of the chief of the...