1833 All that is written in this book, must be in a good, plain and legible hand. P.B. The blush, the light, the gorgeous glow of Eve Waned from the radiant chambers of the west; Now, twilight's robe, dim, orient shadows weave: One star, gleams faintly lustrous, in the east; Far down it shines, on the blue Danube's breast, As calmly, wavelessly its waters glide On to th' appointed regions of their rest, The Sea, profound and hoary, waste and wide; Whose black'ning billows swell in ever restless pride.…
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