O my soul's joy ! If after every tempest come such calms, May the winds blow till they have waken'd death ! And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas, Olympus-high ; and duck again as low As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die, Twere now to... Universal Magazine of Knowledge and Pleasure - Trang 36 1792 Xem Toàn bộ -
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