As that crowned carle his gifts bestowed With regal pomp and pride, From those foul lips no language flowed, But still the dupes he eyed, Hurrying on to death's abode, And cursed them as they died, — Shouting ' Hail, .oh first of the sons of Ammon... Mephistophiles [!] in England, Or, The Confessions of a Prime Minister - Sida 123 efter Robert Folkestone Williams - 1835 Obegränsad förhandsgranskning -
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