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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She sat all day by her grey mother's side,
And now and then would turn a tear to hide.
Such Ellen was, in her youth's opening day,—
Now in the grave, and to the worm a prey.
And now and then would turn a tear to hide.
Such Ellen was, in her youth's opening day,—
Now in the grave, and to the worm a prey.
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