On a rock whose haughty brow Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the poet stood (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed like a meteor to the troubled air), And with a master's hand, and prophet's... The Works of Thomas Gray: Containing His Poems and Correspondence, with ... - Página 47 por Thomas Gray - 1825 - 2 páginas Vista completa -
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