 He carried her, and from the sun of summer, The piercing winds of winter, the sad pangs Of chill neglect, and the unreckoned ills That haunt the drooping steps of houseless poverty, Through thrice five years he sheltered her. So she grew, Bright, beautiful,...  The Doom of Derenzie, a Poem - Side 12av Thomas Furlong - 1829 - 145 siderUten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
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...ills That haunt the drooping steps of houseless poverty, Through thrice five years he sheltered her. So she grew, Bright, beautiful, and innocent before...an angel stealing on his path, And guiding him to comfort — she did seem Form'd to revive within him each fond feeling — To root the fiend of sadness... | |
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