CANTO THE SECOND II |
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CANTO THE SECONDII
The winds are high, and Helle`s tide Rolls darkly heaving to the main; And Night`s descending shadows hide That field with blood bedew`d in vain, The desert of old Priam`s pride; The tombs, sole relics of his reign, All — save immortal dreams that could beguile The blind old man of Scio`s rocky isle! |