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... Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J ... - Էջ 301 խմբագրել է - 1859 Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող -
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