Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, /And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, , And half a tillage stints... British Classical Authors. Select Specimens of the National Literature of ... - Page 277 by Ludwig Herrig - 1885 Full view -
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