The breaking waves dashed high On a stern and rock-bound coast, And the woods against a stormy sky Their giant branches tossed ; And the heavy night hung dark The hills and waters o'er, When a band of exiles moored their bark On the wild New England shore. Proceedings of the Literary & Philosophical Society of Liverpool - Сторінка 102 автори: Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool - 1897 Повний перегляд -
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