Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
(The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wandering near her secret bower,
Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Prof UnderCover evitable,
Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:02,
archived)
someone stop methis poem has 32 stanzas...
( Prof UnderCover evitable,
Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:05,
archived)
.......No farther seek his merits to disclose,
Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.
The end
(Or draw his frailties from their dread abode,
(There they alike in trembling hope repose,)
The bosom of his Father and his God.
The end
boff FL OZ,
Tue 8 Jul 2008, 16:09,
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