Then Death stretched forth his hand, in that dread hour,
From her bright head a golden hair to rend,
Thus culling of this Earth the fairest flower;
Nor hate the deed, but pride, to dare
Assert o'er highest excellence his power.
From her bright head a golden hair to rend,
Thus culling of this Earth the fairest flower;
Nor hate the deed, but pride, to dare
Assert o'er highest excellence his power.
Barbarina lady Dacre - 1836 - Traduzioni dall'italiano
