Whistling through hollows of this vaulted aisle. We'll listen— Leon. Hark! Aim No, all is hush'd, and still as death — 'tis dreadful ! How reverend is the face of this tall pile, Whose ancient pillars rear their marble heads, To bear aloft its arch'd... Lives of the English Poets: Smith-Savage - Page 230 by Samuel Johnson - 1905 Full view -
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