And thou, serenest moon, that, with such lovely face, Dost look upon the earth, asleep in night's embrace; Tell me, in all thy round, hast thou not seen some spot, Where miserable man might find a happier lot? Behind a cloud the moon withdrew in woe,...
The Broad Pennant: Or, A Cruise in the United States Flag Ship of the Gulf ... - Strana 129
autor/autoři: Fitch Waterman Taylor - 1848 - 415 str.
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