But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near: And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found; Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song: then worms shall try That long preserved... Lectures chiefly on the dramatic literature of the age of Elizabeth - Σελίδα 254 των William Hazlitt - 1821 - 218 σελίδες Πλήρης προβολή -
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