 | Young Arthur |  |
And Allan, obscur'd by a citron grove,
Which bounded this scene of voluptuous love,
While fear's nerveless thrillings his frame ran o'er,
He sung in the language she sung before.
Which bounded this scene of voluptuous love,
While fear's nerveless thrillings his frame ran o'er,
He sung in the language she sung before.
| Young Arthur | |