 I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. Iron-jointed, supple-sinew'd, they shall dive, and they shall run, Catch the wild goat by the hair, and hurl their lances in the sun; Whistle back the parrot's call, and leap the rainbows of...  Poems - Page 89by Alfred Tennyson (1st baron.) - 1845Full view - About this book
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...o^ne beren Ijofyen unb ber î^ter bcftnnt Г(ф аиф поф unb fuh.lt unfern etwanigen 9íaufф : Fool! again the dream the fancy! but I know my words are wild. @пЬ({ф bùd)t bn$ Sewuftfein bervor, bem 2luewanbercr fo пагйгНф: Better fifty years in Europe... | |
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