Cairo's swamps of pestilence, Even so, my countrymen I have we gone forth And borne to distant tribes slavery and pangs, And, deadlier far, our vices, whose deep taint With slow perdition murders the whole man, His body and his soul! The Poetical Works of S.T. Coleridge: Including the Dramas of Wallenstein ... - Pagina 136 door Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 353 pagina’s Volledige weergave -
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