English Poems: The restoration and the eighteenth century (1660-1800)Walter Cochrane Bronson University of Chicago Press, 1908 |
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... And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And though sometimes , each dreary pause between , Dejected Pity , at his side , Her soul - subduing voice applied , 50 Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien , While ...
... And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And though sometimes , each dreary pause between , Dejected Pity , at his side , Her soul - subduing voice applied , 50 Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien , While ...
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