American classical authorsLudwig Herrig G. Westermann, 1854 - 434 pages |
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... their shadowy crests , they swept with the current , Then emerged into broad lagoons , where silvery sand - bars Lay in the stream , and along the wimpling waves of their margin , Shining with snow - white plumes , large flocks of ...
... their shadowy crests , they swept with the current , Then emerged into broad lagoons , where silvery sand - bars Lay in the stream , and along the wimpling waves of their margin , Shining with snow - white plumes , large flocks of ...
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