The Muses Threnodie: Fourth Muse (Henry Adamson Poems)
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
This time our boat passing too nigh the land,The whirling stream did make her run on sand;Aluif, we cry'd, but ...
No stir in the air, no stir in the sea, The Ship was still as she could be; Her sails ...
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