 Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge, Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower...  Elegant extracts in poetry - الصفحة 745بواسطة Elegant extracts - 1816عرض كامل - لمحة عن هذا الكتاب
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...with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head...figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe. Ah! who hath reft," quoth he, Rmy dearest pledge?" Last came, and last did... | |
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