MERCHANT. I. SURROUNDED with fears, In darkness I seem; Fast falling, my tears Out-gush like a stream. My conscience is stinging, And will not be still ; For to self I am clinging, With all my self-will. What, then, must I do ? I cannot... Neddy Bruce, with poems English and Scotch - Página 105 por Adam Smeal - 1881 Vista completa -
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