To drift with every passion till my soul Is a stringed lute on which all winds can play. Is it for this that I have given away Mine ancient wisdom, and austere control? Methinks my life is a twice-written scroll Scrawled over on some boyish holiday With... The Amenities of Book-collecting and Kindred Affections - Página 242 por Alfred Edward Newton - 1918 - 355 páginas Visualização integral -
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