Sir, if we could but see the shape of our dear Mother England, as Poets are wont to give a personal form to what they please, how would she appear, think ye, but in a mourning weed, with ashes upon her head, and tears abundantly flowing from her eyes... Chronicles of the First Planters of the Colony of Massachusetts Bay, 1623-1636 - Página 128 por Alexander Young - 1846 - 571 páginas Visualização integral -
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