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 Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own dashings — yet the dead are there ! And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep — the...  The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles ... - الصفحة 131 1829 عرض كامل -
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