How sleep the Brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung;...
A History of Eighteenth Century Literature, 1660-1780 - الصفحة 233
بواسطة Edmund Gosse - 1916 - عدد الصفحات: 415
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