Like blushing rose-buds dipp'd in morning dew? Who into shelter takes their tender bloom, And forms their minds to flee from ills to come ? The mind, when turn'd adrift, no rules to guide, Drives at the mercy of the wind and tide ; Fancy and passion toss... The Poetical Works of the Rev. Dr. Edward Young: With the Life of the Author - Pagina 73 door Edward Young - 1805 Volledige weergave -
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