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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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hine eyes for me, my Queen, Sounds so the music of thy voice, Which bid my longing heart rejoiceFar more than all things heard or seen. Dearer than all the world hath best.More dear than any words can say;I think of thee when far away. And hush each anxious thought to rest. Could I but tell thee all, and seeAn answering message in thine eyes,So I might only win the prize More dear than all beside to me: If but thy voice, so soft and low. Whispered loves accents in mine ear.If but thine eyes, so bright and clear. Looked pityingly on all my woe: Then, brighter than the southern moon Shining on rippling summer seas. And softer than the whispering breezeThat stirs the sleeping woods at noon ;Sweeter than vesper-hymns, that rise From convent walls, to highest heaven, Or distant chiming bells at evenThat tell of peace which never dies ;My Queen, thine eyes would shine on me, Thy voice would cause my heart to beat. And I would cast me at thy feet,And give myself, my all, to thee. F. W. Grey.
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.1 1.1,1.1, . s I .\1 1,1-, K. AMJ I-. 1 A\ IdK I AM UKRE TO LOOK AFTKR YOU. YOU SEE. THE ARGOSY OCTOBER, i88^. THE WHITE WITCH. CHAPTER XXVIII. THE JOURNEY. n^HE afternoon had been dull and dreary, and though it was not-■- much past four oclock, the evening mists were already gather-ing over Croxham woods and Croxham Abbey. Godfrey Maynestood in the drawing-room of the latter edifice, gazing about him asa man bewildered. Events seemed to be taking a sudden turnwhich for the moment dazed him. Ben Griffiths, who had been talking to him outside the window,had disappeared from the scene; Mary Dixon had been with himinside the room, and had disappeared : instead of these, Godfreysaw advancing the band of policemen. Not six of them, as Ben hadsaid in his haste : there were four, and someone who was in plainclothes and seemed to be their head, a stranger to Godfrey. Holding his hand to his forehead for a moment, as one doeswhose brain is confused, Godfrey remembered that his first workmus

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