IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ; The year's best sweets shall duteous rise To deck its poet's sylvan grave. In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp shall now be laid, That he, whose heart in sorrow bleeds,... Le stagioni - Seite 384 von James Thomson - 1826 - 412 Seiten Vollansicht -
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