With thee conversing I forget all time ; All seasons and their change, all please alike. Sweet is the breath of morn, her rising sweet, With charm of earliest birds; pleasant the sun, When first on this delightful land he spreads His orient beams, on...
Britannia Antiquissima, Or, A Key to the Philology of History (sacred and ... - Страница 138
по John Jones Thomas - 1860 - 216 страници
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