W. Green, Once a Week (1864)
“ And she is known by this one name— "The pale-faced Lady of the Grange." Beneath the avenue of beeches The nettles sprout amidst the grass, And many a weed climbs up and reaches The windows with their clouded glass. ”
W. Green, Once a Week (1864)
“ Whisper'd some tale at which he fled? No man could say, But from that day His face was seen no more. And many years have pass'd since then, Her parents in the churchyard rest, Eased of the burden as 'tis best, And youths have grown grey-headed men. ”
