So to night-wand'ring sailors pale with fears, Wide o'er the watry waste a light appears, Which on the far-seen mountain blazing high, Streams from some lonely watch-tower to the sky : With mournful eyes they gaze and gaze again: Loud howls the storm... The Powers of Genius: A Poem, in Three Parts - Էջ 102 John Blair Linn - 1804 - 155 էջ Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող -
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