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Abbotsford and Newstead Abbey by Washington Irving
Book, page 91 / 131


visitors, and it was with much difficulty her troubled spirit was
conjured down and put to rest.

From the rear of the hall we walked out into the garden, about which
Byron used to stroll and loiter in company with Miss Chaworth. It was
laid out in the old French style. There was a long terraced walk, with
heavy stone balustrades and sculptured urns, overrun with ivy and
evergreens. A neglected shrubbery bordered one side of the terrace,
with a lofty grove inhabited by a venerable community of rooks. Great
flights of steps led down from the terrace to a flower garden laid out
in formal plots. The rear of the Hall, which overlooked the garden, had
the weather stains of centuries, and its stone-shafted casements and an
ancient sun-dial against its walls carried back the mind to days of
yore.

The retired and quiet garden, once a little sequestered world of love
and romance, was now all matted and wild, yet was beautiful, even in
its decay. Its air of neglect and desolation was in unison with the
fortune of the two beings who had once walked here in the freshness of
youth, and life, and beauty. The garden, like their young hearts, had
gone to waste and ruin.

Returning to the Hall we now visited a chamber built over the porch, or
grand entrance. It was in a ruinous condition, the ceiling having
fallen in and the floor given way. This, however, is a chamber rendered
interesting by poetical associations. It is supposed to be the oratory
alluded to by Lord Byron in his "Dream," wherein he pictures his
departure from Annesley, after learning that Mary Chaworth was engaged
to be married--

   'There was an ancient mansion, and before
   Its walls there was a steed caparisoned;
   Within an antique oratory stood
   The boy of whom I spake;--he was alone,
   And pale and pacing to and fro: anon
   He sate him down, and seized a pen, and traced
   Words which I could not guess of; then he leaned
   His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere
   With a convulsion--then arose again,
   And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear

 
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