On purpose he planted yon trees, That birds in the covert might dwell ; He cultur'd the thyme for the bees, But never would rifle their cell. Ye lambkins that play'd at his feet, Go bleat, and your master bemoan ; His music was artless and sweet, His... Shenstone-Green, Or, The New Paradise Lost: Being a History of Human Nature ... - Сторінка 198 автори: Mr. Pratt (Samuel Jackson) - 1780 Повний перегляд -
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