Friday, January 3, 2003

Fæsulan Idyl Comments

Rating: 2.7

Here, where precipitate Spring with one light bound
Into hot Summer's lusty arms expires;
And where go forth at morn, at eve, at night,
Soft airs, that want the lute to play with them,
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Walter Savage Landor
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