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And neither fear nor wonder can ope their quivering eyes,
Or their limbs from the cold ground raise,
Till out of night the earth has rolled her dewy side, With every haunted mountain and streamy vale below; When, as the mist dissolves in the yellow morning tide, The maidens' trance dissolveth so.
Then fly the ghastly three as swiftly as they may, And tell their tale of sorrow to anxious friends in vain,— They pined away and died within the year and day, And ne'er was Anna Grace seen again. |
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THE FAIRY WELL OF LAGNANAY
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OURNFULLY, sing mournfully! -,f O listen, Ellen, sister dear ! Is there no help at all for me, But only ceaseless sigh and tear ? Why did not he, who left me here, With stolen hope steal memory? O listen, Ellen, sister dear ! (Mournfully, sing mournfully!) I'll go away to Sleamish hill I'll pluck the fairy hawthorn-tree, And let the spirits work their will; I care not if for good or ill, So they but lay the memory
Which all my heart .is haunting still. |
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