I've carried Among the wild-flowered meads to play. In our old fields of childish pleasure, Where now, as then, the cowslips blow, She fills her basket's ample measure, — And that is not ten years ago. But though first love's impassioned blindness Has... Gryll Grange - Strana 137 podµa Thomas Love Peacock - 1891 Úplné zobrazenie -
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