THE CULPRIT FAY.
“My visual orbs are purged from film, and lo! “Instead of Anster’s turnip-bearing vales“I see old fairy land’s miraculous show! “Her trees of tinsel kissed by freakish gales,“Her Ouphs that, cloaked in leaf-gold, skim the breeze, “And fairies, swarming—”
Tennant’s Anster Fair.
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’Tis the middle watch of a...
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