Aug 10, 2014 · Saw many, and vanquish’d all I saw Of her unnumber’d cousin-kind, In Navy, Army, Church, and Law Smitten, the warriors somehow turn’d To Sarum choristers, whose song, Mix’d with celestial sorrow, yearn’d With joy no memory can prolong And phantasms as absurd and sweet Merged each in each in endless chace, And everywhere I seem’d ...
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