A tongue chain'd up without a sound ! Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon...
Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at ... - Page 225
by William Hazlitt - 1821 - 356 pages
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