Come to the bridal chamber, Death! Come to the mother's, when she feels, For the flrst time, her first-born's breath; Come when the blessed seals That close the pestilence are broke, And crowded cities wail its stroke; Come in consumption's ghastly form,... Handbuch der nordamericanischen National-Literatur: Sammlung von ... - Seite 77 von Ludwig Herrig - 1854 - 119 Seiten Vollansicht -
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