Never, lago. Like to the Pontick sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontick, and the Hellespont; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love,... The Edinburgh Magazine, Or, Literary Miscellany - Seite 316 1789 Vollansicht -
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