And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that... The Poetical Works, of John Milton: With a Memoir and Seven Embellishments - Էջ 370 John Milton - 1847 Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող -
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