the heavieft metal, hither fwims : Ours is the harveft where the Indians mow, We plough the Deep, and reap what others fow. Things of the nobleft kind our own foil breeds; Stout are our men, and warlike are our fteeds : Rome, though her eagle through... The Works of the English Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical - Página 103 editado por - 1779 Vista completa -
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