 | Poems, by Joseph Cottle |  |
As tho'a Power endu'd with sov'reign might
Had call'd his spirit from the shades of night,
The dying Youth appear'd; uprose in part,
And tore the tale of anguish from his heart:
Had call'd his spirit from the shades of night,
The dying Youth appear'd; uprose in part,
And tore the tale of anguish from his heart:
| Poems, by Joseph Cottle | |