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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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Now, some dire thought seem'd in her heart to rise,
Stern with terrific joy she roll'd her eyes:
Her mother heeded not,—nor when she took
(With more impatient haste) her Sunday book,—
She heeded not—for age had dimmed her sight.