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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Alas! her heart was left indeed to break;
Wan sorrow prey'd upon her vermeil cheek.—
Now, with a ghastly moodiness she smil'd,
Now, still and placid look'd as when a child,
Or rais'd her eyes disconsolate and wild.
Wan sorrow prey'd upon her vermeil cheek.—
Now, with a ghastly moodiness she smil'd,
Now, still and placid look'd as when a child,
Or rais'd her eyes disconsolate and wild.
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