O'erleaps the fences of the nightly fold, And tears the peaceful flocks: with silent awe Trembling they lie, and pant beneath his paw. Nor with less rage Euryalus employs The wrathful sword, or fewer foes destroys; But on th' ignoble crowd his fury flew;... The Works of the British Poets: With Prefaces, Biographical and Critical ... - Página 400 editado por - 1795 Vista completa -
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