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 How sleep the brave who sink to rest, By all their country's wishes blest ! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is...  Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. Valentine - Página 187 editado por - 1880 Vista completa -
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