How sleep the Brave, who sink to rest By all their Country's wishes blest! When Spring, 'with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallow'd mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is... A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands - Seite 370 herausgegeben von - 1765 Vollansicht -
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