The Lass Of Fair Wone (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
To the Spirit of her Lover. Wilt thou follow me into the wild? Wilt thou follow me over the ...
Transforming themselves into Flies. LITTLE queen of elves and fays,Fancy's wand thy charm betrays,To her musing eye reveal'd,Tho' in form ...
SWEET Sympathy! thou fair, celestial maid, Thou precious, soft, indefinable tie, Source of the pitying drop that dims ...
This elfin sprite, as ancient legends say, Was fairy-born; on him they did bestowThe art to lead poor villagers ...
SO full my thoughts are of thee, that I swear All else is hateful to my troubl'd soul; ...
WHERE the hoarse billows rush upon the shore, Where shrieks some screech-owl's melancholy voice,Where the bleak winds in ...
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