Honouring the raptures that his youth had blest, Shall hang the wreath, and slow-departing say, "Sleep! — and may earth lie light upon thy breast!" Truth prompts my tongue; but what can truth avail? The love her laws prescribe must now be mine; My ancestors'... Specimens of the classic poets in a chronolgical series from Homer to ... - Page 154 by Specimens - 1814 Full view -
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