Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the...
Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ... - Page 253
by Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 255 pages
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