And monarchs tremble in their capitals, The oak leviathans, whose huge ribs make Their clay creator the vain title take Of lord of thee, and arbiter of war: These are thy toys, and, as the snowy flake, They melt into thy yeast of waves, which mar Alike... The Kaleidoscope: or, Literary and scientific mirror - Sida 60 1821 Obegränsad förhandsgranskning -
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