Quietly as a sleeping Infant's breath, Send up cold waters to the Traveller With soft and even Pulse ! Nor ever cease Yon tiny Cone of Sand its soundless Dance, Which at the Bottom, like a Fairy's Page, As merry and no taller, dances still, Nor wrinkles... New Elegant Extracts: A Unique Selection from the Most Eminent British Poets ... - Seite 91 herausgegeben von - 1823 Vollansicht -
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