 Do my face (If thou had'st ever feeling of a sorrow) Thus, thus, Antiphila : strive to make me look Like Sorrow's monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless ; let the rocks Groan with continual surges ; and behind me, Make all a desolation.  THE NORTH AMERICAN REVIEW VOL. CXII - Página 194por The North American Review.VOL.CXII. - 1871Visualização integral - Acerca deste livro
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...strive to make me look Like sorrows monument ; and the trees about me, Let them be dry and leaveless ; let the Rocks Groan with continual surges, and behind me Make all a desolation ; look, look Wenches, A miserable life of this poor Picture. Olym. Dear Madam ! Asp. I have done, sit... | |
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