The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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‘Feeble as death I fled, and soon I reached
The cottage on the hill; but ere my tongue
Could tell the sad disaster, flat I fell
For dead upon the floor. With much kind care
They brought me back to life; these last two hours
There pale I sat, my vigour to regain.
But never, never, shall I e'er dispute
The dread existence of those wandering fiends;
This night these eyes have witnessèd such horrors,
As would have terrify'd and put to flight
The priest himself, and boldest man on earth.’
The cottage on the hill; but ere my tongue
Could tell the sad disaster, flat I fell
For dead upon the floor. With much kind care
They brought me back to life; these last two hours
There pale I sat, my vigour to regain.
But never, never, shall I e'er dispute
The dread existence of those wandering fiends;
This night these eyes have witnessèd such horrors,
As would have terrify'd and put to flight
The priest himself, and boldest man on earth.’
| The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson | |