Nor has there yet adopted been
A better to this hour.
LXV.
Here critics may cry out with spite,
Lord! how these verses jingle!
But, otherwise, how could I write
On bells that only tingle?
Nor has there yet adopted been
A better to this hour.
LXV.
Here critics may cry out with spite,
Lord! how these verses jingle!
But, otherwise, how could I write
On bells that only tingle?