Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some ! Earth's cities had no sound nor tread : And ships were drifting with the dead To shores where all was dumb... The Quarterly Review - Сторінка 356 редактори - 1836 Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
...skeletons of nations were Around that lonely man! Some had expired in fight — the brands Still rusted in their bony hands; In plague and famine some! Earth's...drifting with the dead To shores where all was dumb! Yet, prophet-like, that lone one stood With dauntless words and high, That shook the sere leaves from...