Do it by meDo it again by me, the lost Aspatia, And you shall find all true. Put on the Wild island. I stand upon the sea-beach now, and think Mine arms thus, and my hair blown by the wind aa#39;ild as that desert, and let all about me Be teachers of anbsp;...
|Title||:||An Essay on English Poetry. [Extracted from"Specimens of British Poets."]|