The bride kissed the goblet: the knight took it up, He quaffed off the wine, and he threw down the cup. She looked down to blush, and she looked up to sigh, With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could bar,...
English Poetry of the Nineteenth Century: A Connected Representation of ... - Стр. 90
редактор(ы): - 1923 - Страниц: 825
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