Men at arms his livery wore, Did his bidding night and day. Now, through regions all unknown, He was wandering, lost, alone, Seeking without guide his way. Suddenly the pathway ends, Sheer the precipice descends, Loud the torrent roars unseen; Thirty...
New National First [-fifth] Reader - Page 357
by Charles Joseph Barnes, J. M. Hawkes - 1884 - 480 pages
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