The race of life becomes a hopeless flight To those that walk in darkness : on the sea The boldest steer but where their ports invite; But there are wanderers o'er Eternity Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be. 670 LXXI Is it not better,... The Literary magnet of the belles lettres, science, and the fine arts, ed ... - Página 70 editado por - 1826 Vista completa -
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