Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray. An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better... The Critical Review: Or, Annals of Literature - Seite 573 herausgegeben von - 1816 Vollansicht -
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