A watchful fate o'ersees its tender years: Till, grown more strong, it thrusts and stretches out, And elbows all the kingdoms round about: The place thus made for its first breathing free, It moves again for ease and luxury; Till, swelling by degrees,... The Works of John Dryden: Now First Collected in Eighteen Volumes - Página 116 de John Dryden, Walter Scott - 1821 Visualização completa -
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