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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Fair rose the dawn—the summer air how bland!
The blue wave scarcely seem'd to touch the land,—
So soft it lay, far off, in morning light,
Whilst here and there a scatter'd sail shone white.
The blue wave scarcely seem'd to touch the land,—
So soft it lay, far off, in morning light,
Whilst here and there a scatter'd sail shone white.
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