 Yet could not, till itself would rise, Find it, although before mine eyes ; For, in the flaxen lilies' shade, It like a bank of lilies laid. Upon the roses it would feed, Until its lips e'en seemed to bleed And then to me 'twould boldly trip, And print...  The American Monthly Magazine - Página 5801837Visualização completa - Sobre este livro
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