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Página 149 - God save him; No joyful tongue gave him his welcome home: But dust was thrown upon his sacred head ; Which with such gentle sorrow he shook off,— His face still combating with tears and smiles, The badges of his grief and patience,— That had not God, for some strong purpose, steel'd The hearts of men, they must perforce have melted, And barbarism itself have pitied him.
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| Título | Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Volumen2 Select Beauties of Ancient English Poetry, Henry Headley |
| Autor | Henry Headley |
| Editor | T. Cadell, 1787 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de Michigan |
| Digitalizado | 28 Feb. 2006 |
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