which the mantling vine Lays forth her purple grape, and gently creeps Luxuriant; meanwhile murmuring waters fall Down the slope hills, dispersed, or in a lake, That to the fringed bank with myrtle crowned Her crystal mirror holds, unite their streams. An Alpine tale. By the author of 'Tales from Switzerland'. - Página 206 por A. Yosy - 1823 Vista completa -
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