 | Juvenile poems on various subjects |  |
Here pallid Spectres gleam'd, and there were seen
The Fairy Train in gambols on the green.
Through miry ways the rustic journeys round,
Nor dares presuming tread the hallow'd ground;
Dire ills await the Wretch, to fable sings,
Or pinch'd all o'er, or pierc'd with thousand stings.
The Fairy Train in gambols on the green.
Through miry ways the rustic journeys round,
Nor dares presuming tread the hallow'd ground;
Dire ills await the Wretch, to fable sings,
Or pinch'd all o'er, or pierc'd with thousand stings.
| Juvenile poems on various subjects | |