THE HUMAN HEART. "That wondrous mayd her spell-like silence broke, And ever and anon did swiftly turne The rustling leaves of her enchanted boke; The whiles with changeful voice she thence did reade I tore away the veil-but looked in vain For her, whose charmed song my soul had drunk; The Enchantresse. LONDON: PRINTED FOR TAYLOR AND HESSEY, 93, FLEET STREET, AND 13, WATERLOO PLACE, PALL MALL. 1824. 585 |