years had gone, Till now in Gertrude's eyes their ninth blue summer shone. " And summer was the tide, and sweet the hour, When sire and daughter saw. with fleet descent, An Indian from his hark approach their The spirit of the age: or, Contemporary portraits [by William Hazlitt.]. - Seite 196 von William Hazlitt - 1825 - 424 Seiten Vollansicht -
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