 Burn'd darkly on his cheek, And often to his mother He spoke, or tried to speak : " I felt, as if from slumber I never could awake : Oh, Mother, give me something To cherish for your sake ! A cold, dead weight is on me, A heavy weight, like lead : My...  More Verse and Prose - Página 81de Ebenezer Elliott - 1850Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
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