And, skill'd at whist, devotes the night to play : Then, while such honours bloom around his head, Shall he sit sadly by the sick man's bed, To raise the hope he feels not, or with zeal To combat fears that e'en the pious feel? The pursuits of literature, a poem [by T.J. Mathias]. - Seite 250 von Thomas James Mathias - 1799 Vollansicht -
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