We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow ! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him... The Harp of Renfrewshire:: A Collection of Songs and Other Poetical Pieces ... - الصفحة lxxvii المحررون: - 1872 - عدد الصفحات: 454 عرض كامل -
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