 pale is the bloodstain, and long past the day, Still, who has not heard of that noble affray, And its banner, the green island tree ? PART II.—THE NIGHT. In bugle bed-gown frown'd the night, Like angry witch with baneful spite; She scarce allow'd the...  Imagination; the Maniac's Dream: And Other Poems - Seite 81von Henry Tudor Farmer - 1819 - 163 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
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...throne. Far famed was the castle, now lost in decay, That frown'd o'er the high surging sea ; Though pale is the blood-stain, and long past the day, Still,...allow'd the stars to light The sandy hills around. The moon, 't is thought, was fast asleep, In distant cavern dark and deep, Where silence doth her vigils... | |
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