O joy ! that in our embers Is something that doth live ; That nature yet remembers What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction ; not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest ; Delight and liberty,...
The Oxford Book of English Verse, 1250-1900 - Página 608
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