Blind Old Milton (William Edmondstoune Aytoun Poems)
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sunMay shine upon my old and time-worn head,For the last time, perchance. ...
Place me once more, my daughter, where the sunMay shine upon my old and time-worn head,For the last time, perchance. ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name;There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in ...
Farewell, my best-beloved; whose heavenly mindGenius with virtue, strength with softness join'd;Devotion, undebased by pride or art,With meek simplicity, and ...
Nor beautiful art thou, nor proudly gracedWith fashion's vain accomplishments; thy mindBy artificial culture unrefined,Not boasting pungent wit, or polish'd ...
I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name; There is grief in the sound, there is guilt ...
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