Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now... Gems of English poetry from Chaucer to the present times, selected and ... - Página 142 editado por - 1867 - 295 páginas Vista completa -
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