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 ...
You say you once lov'd me, and lov'd me to madness, But ah! are you sure that you felt ...
When I swore that I lov'd you, and lov'd you to madness, My words they were broken, my eyes ...
OH, Madness! worst of ev'ry ill!'Twere mercy more the wretch to kill, Than thou should'st give the blow:Come racking ...
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