Meditative Hours: And Other Poems

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Arthur Hall, Virtue, 1856 - 240 страница

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Страница 21 - The scenes where ancient bards the' inspiring breath, Ecstatic, felt ; and, from this world retired, Conversed with angels, and immortal forms, On gracious errands bent : to save the fall Of virtue struggling on the brink of vice; In waking whispers, and repeated dreams, To hint pure thought, and warn the...
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