Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where...
Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century - Página 224
por David Macbeth Moir - 1856 - 335 páginas
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