ANNA AND HARLAND[16:2]
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ANNA AND HARLAND[16:2]
Within these wilds was Anna wont to rove While Harland told his love in many a sigh, But stern on Harland roll'd her brother's eye, They fought, they fell—her brother and her love! To Death's dark house did grief-worn Anna haste, 5 Yet here her pensive ghost delights to stay; Oft pouring on the winds the broken lay— And hark, I hear her—'twas the passing blast. I love to sit upon her tomb's dark grass, Then Memory backward rolls Time's shadowy tide; 10 The tales of other days before me glide: With eager thought I seize them as they pass; For fair, tho' faint, the forms of Memory gleam, Like Heaven's bright beauteous bow reflected in the stream.
? 1790.
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Title] Anna and Henry C. I.
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Along this glade C. I.
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Henry C. I.
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stern] dark C. I. Harland] Henry C. I.
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To her cold grave did woe-worn C. I.
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stay] stray C. I.
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the] a C. I.
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dark] dank C. I.
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Then] There C. I.
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tales] forms C. I.
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Like Heaven's bright bow reflected on the stream. C. I.