Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When Rivers rage, and Rocks grow cold, And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complains of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning yields, A honey tongue, a heart of gall,...
Specimens of the Early English Poets: To which is Prefixed an Historical ... - Página 220
por George Ellis - 1803 - 458 páginas
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