By the merest obance, in the twilight gloom, In the orchard-path he met me— In the tall, wet grass, with its faint perfume— And I tried to pass, but he made no room; ...
Article : 512 wordsWith the dawn that came when the stars went in, a bree[?]e sprung np, and the Moro[?]o sailed more swiftly on its way. The wind was favourable to the end of the voyage, and they reached ...
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