Chapter 23: XXI

XXI Alas, how many hours and years have past, Since human forms have round this table sat, Or lamp, or taper, on its surface gleamed! Methinks, I hear the sound of time long pass’d Still murmuring o’er us, in the lofty void Of these dark arches, like the ling’ring voices Of those who long within their graves have slept. Orra, a Tragedy While these measures were taking in behalf of Cedric and his companions, the armed men by whom the latter had b…