We thought as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow. Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him, —...
The Annual Register, Or, A View of the History, Politics, and Literature for ... - الصفحة 598
المحررون: - 1818
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