He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill : At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy — for the starlight dews...
Letters and Journals of Lord Byron: With Notices of His Life - Página 236
por George Gordon Byron Baron Byron - 1830 - 512 páginas
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