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Singular Adventures of Sir Gawen… (1800)

The wood now became more thick, and obscure, and at length almost dark, when the path taking suddenly an oblique direction Sir Gawen found himself on the edge of a circular lawn whose tint and softness were beyond compare and which seemed to have been lightly brushed by fairy feet. A number of fine old trees, around whose boles crept the ivy and the woodbine; rose at irregular distances, here they mingled into groves, and there seperate and emulous of each other, they shook their airy summits in disdain.
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Singular Adventures of Sir Gawen… (1800)

Slow passed the vital fluid through the bosom of Sir Gawen, scarce did the heart vibrate to its impulse; on his pallid forehead sat a chilly sweat, and frequent spasms shook his limbs; but at length returning warmth gave some vigour to his frame the energy of life became more suffused, a soothing langour stole upon him, and on opening his eyes rushed neither the images of death or the rites of witchcraft, but the soft the sweet and tranquil scenery of a summer’s moon-light night.
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Singular Adventures of Sir Gawen… (1800)

Spirits of the blest we are, our sweet employment is to befriend the wretched and the weary, to lull the torture of anguish and the horror of despair. Ah! never shall the tear of innocence or the plaint of sorrow, the pang of injured merit, or the sigh of hopeless love, implore our aid in vain Upon the moon beam do we float, and light, as air, prevade the habitations of men, and hearken, O favored mortal!
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