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" As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend... "
Recreations in Agriculture, Natural-history, Arts, and Miscellaneous Literature - Страница 168
по James Anderson - 1800
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