 Whose shagged tops usurp the airy reign, Whose brinks abrupt a near approach forbid ; The dizzied head averts, the eye withdraws, It seems a danger even to dare a glance ; Yet do you in magnific language speak, And to the great Creator lift the soul.  Poems - Pàgina 22per Margaret Chalmers - 1813 - 160 pàginesVisualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
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...long lingering look behind, I left Mora Isle. CHAPCHAPTER XII. . Ye precipices rude ! Whose shngged tops usurp the airy reign, Whose brinks abrupt a near...It seems a danger even to dare a glance — Yet do ye, in magnific language, speak, And to the great Creator lift the soul. The tranquil air is suddenly... | |
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