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lady emmeline.
Hark! the wild raving storm how it rends the dark sky,
And threatens the wanderer's head,
And mark the red bolt, how it darts from on high—
See Death's chilling vapours have quench'd her dim eye,
Lady Emmeline's spirit is fled!
And threatens the wanderer's head,
And mark the red bolt, how it darts from on high—
See Death's chilling vapours have quench'd her dim eye,
Lady Emmeline's spirit is fled!
Ev'n yet, when the shadows of twilight prevail,
Will the grey-headed villager tell,
How low-moaning spectres, all ghastly and pale,
On the cold breeze of evening heavily sail
Tow'rds the spot where fair Emmeline fell!
Will the grey-headed villager tell,
How low-moaning spectres, all ghastly and pale,
On the cold breeze of evening heavily sail
Tow'rds the spot where fair Emmeline fell!
