So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale realms of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained... The Edinburgh Literary Journal: Or, Weekly Register of Criticism and Belles ... - الصفحة 131 1829 عرض كامل -
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