Ellen Gray or, The dead maiden's curse. A poem, by the late Dr. Archibald Macleod [i.e. W. L. Bowles] |
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But Ellen to love's dream her heart resign'd,
And gave to fancy all her ardent mind.
Shall I describe her?—Did'st thou never mark
A soft blue light, beneath eye-lashes dark?
Hair auburn, part by riband-braid confin'd,
Part o'er her brow, blown lightly by the wind?
The village beauty, when on Sunday drest,
Her looks a sweet, but lowly grace express'd,
As modest as the violet at her breast.
And gave to fancy all her ardent mind.
Shall I describe her?—Did'st thou never mark
A soft blue light, beneath eye-lashes dark?
Hair auburn, part by riband-braid confin'd,
Part o'er her brow, blown lightly by the wind?
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Her looks a sweet, but lowly grace express'd,
As modest as the violet at her breast.
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