Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver, Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying; Eleu loro There shall he be lying. The Poetical Works of Sir Walter Scott: With Memoir and Critical Dissertation - Página 71 por Sir Walter Scott - 1857 Vista completa -
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