Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ?... Cambrian Quarterly Magazine and Celtic Repertory - Strona 214 1832 Pełny widok -
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