Pome
The untrodden show lay all bloodless on Linden, when the sun was low ; and the flow of Iser ,rolling rapidly ,was dark as winter .
On Linden, when the sun was low ,
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow;
And dark as winter was the flow
Of Iser , rolling rapidly.
On Linden when the sun was low .
A great deal of talent is lost in the world for the want of a little courage.
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