Date: 1800,1806
"Thrice he rose, and thrice / His feet recoil'd; and still the livid flame / Lengthen'd and quiver'd as the moaning wind / Pass'd thro' the rushy crevice, while his heart / Beat, like the death-watch, in his shudd'ring breast."
preview | full record— Robinson [Née Darby], Mary [Perdita] (1758-1800)