 | Stanzas, by the Author of "Dunluce Castle" |  |
Oft would he steal his very soul away,
Pouring the wildly melancholy lay;
For strangely pensive was his wonted strain,
Like the time-soften'd memory of pain.
Pouring the wildly melancholy lay;
For strangely pensive was his wonted strain,
Like the time-soften'd memory of pain.
| Stanzas, by the Author of "Dunluce Castle" | |