Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou; Unchangeable save to thy wild waves Blackwood's Magazine - Side 3051838Uten tilgangsbegrensning
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Marcus White - 1899 - 186 sider
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...Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean roll! ******** Unchangeable save to ^hy wild waves play— Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow— Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now."—Childe Harold. All sail was now crowded upon the ship, as the Captain was anxious to double...