Friday, November 7, 2014

The Contrast, A Winter Night's Dream Comments

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On a rough winter's night, when the stormy winds blew,
'Till the tiles from the top of my lone dwelling flew.
And against my frail lattice came pouring amain,
The big, hurrying drops of the storm-driven rain,
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John Bradford
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