Nocturne

"Eduárd Karlých, please play my favorite nocturne by Field," came the old countess' voice from the drawing room.

Chapter VII: Nocturne, Hunger One Mia was in the castle again, but this time was different.

Babet said: "Claquesous is a nocturne for two voices."

Wind Flowers Impression du Matin The Thames nocturne of blue and gold Changed to a Harmony in grey: A barge with ochre-coloured hay Dropt from the wharf: and chill and cold The yellow fog came creeping down The bridges, till the houses' walls Seemed changed to shadows and St. Paul's Loomed like a bubble o'er the town.

V Irish Nocturne Now the grey mist comes creeping up From the waste ocean's weedy strand And fills the valley, as a cup Is filled of evil drink in a wizard's hand; And the trees fade out of sight, Like dreary ghosts unhealthily Into the damp, pale night, Till you almost think that a clearer eye could see Some shape come up of a demon seeking apart His meat, as Grendel sought in Harte The thanes that at by the wintry log— Grendel or the shadowy mass Of Balor, or the man with the face of clay, The grey, grey walker who used to pass Over the rock-arch nightly to his prey.