Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all... Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack - Seite 132 1819 Vollansicht -
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