The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness... Graded City Speller: Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Year Grades - Seite 288 von William Estabrook Chancellor - 1908 Vollansicht -
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