The hurricane a theosophical and western eclogue. To which is subjoined, a solitary effusion in a summer's evening. By William Gilbert |
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Well sheltered on the West, we felt it less,
But heard it more. The hard rain loud battering
The shingled roof surprized my lovely guest;
Who doubted if she were not still afloat:
But soon assured and soon resigned to Peace,
For her's was bliss innate and incorrupt,
And eager on her novel hopes of life,
She softly sank to beatific sleep.
But heard it more. The hard rain loud battering
The shingled roof surprized my lovely guest;
Who doubted if she were not still afloat:
But soon assured and soon resigned to Peace,
For her's was bliss innate and incorrupt,
And eager on her novel hopes of life,
She softly sank to beatific sleep.
| The hurricane | |