twixt Now and Then ! This breathing house not built with hands, This body that does me grievous wrong, O'er aery cliffs and glittering sands How lightly then it flashed along : Like those trim skiffs, unknown of yore, On winding lakes and rivers wide,...
Literary Criticisms and other papers - Stran 350
avtor: Horace Binney Wallace - 1856
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