Note 18 — WINTER:[1]
Reading edition
Oldham's translation of Moschus:
Each flower fades and hangs its withered head, And scorns to thrive or live now thou art dead.—Wakefield.
Reading edition
Oldham's translation of Moschus:
Each flower fades and hangs its withered head, And scorns to thrive or live now thou art dead.—Wakefield.