Whose cheeks, bestrew'd with roses, know No channel for the tide of tears ; To thee yon Abbey, dank and lone, Where Ivy chains each mould'ring stone That nods o'er many a Martyr's tomb, May cast a formidable gloom. Odes by Mr. Mason - Page 16by William Mason - 1756 - 31 pagesFull view - About this book
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