There entertain him all the Saints above, In solemn troops, and sweet societies, That sing, and singing in their glory move, And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes. Poets in the Pulpit - Sivu 275tekijä(t) Hugh Reginald Haweis - 1880 - 291 sivuaKoko teos
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John Milton - 2006 - 92 sivua
...streams along, With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves, And hears the unexpressive nuptial song, In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love. There entertain...Genius of the shore, In thy large recompense, and shalt be good To all that wander in that perilous Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills,...