O, no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass...
Cathcart's Literary Reader: A Manual of English Literature : Being Typical ... - Página 31
por George Rhett Cathcart - 1892 - 541 páginas
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