 Fall'n pile ! I ask not what has been thy fate ;— But when the weak winds, wafted from the main, Through each lone arch, like spirits that complain, Come hollow to my ear, I meditate On this world's passing pageant, and the lot Of those who once...  Sonnets, and Other Poems - Σελίδα 36των William Lisle Bowles - 1796 - 128 σελίδεςΠλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
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