And now, while happy peasants sleep, Here I sit lonely and forlorn : No one to soothe me as I weep, Save Philomel on yonder thorn. ' My spirits flag— my hopes decay — Still that dread death-bell smites my ear ; And many a boding seems to say, Countess,... An Historical Account of Cumner: With Some Particulars of the Traditions ... - Page 64 by Hugh Usher Tighe - 1821 - 70 pages Full view -
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