I sit by and sing, Or gather rushes, to make many a ring For thy long fingers ; tell thee tales of love, How the pale Phoebe, hunting in a grove, First saw the boy Endymion, from whose eyes She took eternal fire that never dies ; How she... Thirteen Satires of Juvenal - Page 166by Juvenal - 1878Full view - About this book
| William Hazlitt - 1931 - 422 pages
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