The Spectral Horseman
What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear As it sate on the ruins of time that is past? Hark! it floats on the fitful...
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What was the shriek that struck Fancy's ear As it sate on the ruins of time that is past? Hark! it floats on the fitful blast of the wind, And breathes to the pale moon a funeral sigh. It is the Benshie's moan on the storm, Or a shivering fiend that thirsting for sin, Seeks murder and guilt when virtue sleeps, Winged with the power of some ruthless king, And sweeps o'er the breast of the prostrate plain.…
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