Hours of Solitude. A Collection of Original Poems. Volume II.

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Title
Hours of Solitude. A Collection of Original Poems. Volume II.
Author
Dacre, Charlotte, b. 1782
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London,: Printed by D. N. Shury ... for Hughes ... and Ridgeway ...
1805
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Page 70

THE APPARITION.

AS slow I wander'd o'er yon barren heath, Musing on woes to come­on evils past, Cursing that fate me in such mould had cast, I at my side did hear a gentle breath! When straitway looking down, behold I saw A piteous imp­deform'd his limbs appear'd, And wither'd quite­while on a stick he rear'd His wretched weight­on nature's face a flaw! Pale was his ashy check­no hope there beam'd From his sunk eye; his matted locks, poor child! O'er his mishapen back hung loose and wild, And conscious of his misery he seem'd. Loud blew the wind, and shook the slender wight; With long, thin hand he grasp'd his stick, and rais'd On me his tearful eyes; sadly I gaz'd, When swift he vanish'd from my troubl'd sight!
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