So the soul, that drop, that ray Of the clear fountain of eternal day, Could it within the human flower be seen, Remembering still its former height, Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green; And, recollecting its own light, Does, in its pure and circling... The Poetical Works of Andrew Marvell: With a Memoir of the Author - Seite 115 von Andrew Marvell - 1857 - 335 Seiten Vollansicht -
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