But an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William WordsworthBut who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William WordsworthBut an old age serene and bright, and lovely as a Lapland night, shall lead thee to thy grave.
William WordsworthBut who shall parcel out His intellect by geometric rules, Split like a province into round and square?
William Wordsworth