The air was calm, and on the level brine Sleek Panope with all her sisters played. It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Paradise Regain'd: A Poem, in Four Books. To which is Added, Samson ... - Sida 253 efter John Milton - 1759 - 390 sidor Obegränsad förhandsgranskning -
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