To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread,... Familiar Quotations: Being an Attempt to Trace to Their Source Passages and ... - Página 345 por John Bartlett - 1874 - 778 páginas Vista completa -
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