I charm thy life From the weapons of strife, From stone and from wood, From fire and from flood, From the serpent's tooth, And the beasts of blood : From Sickness I charm thee, And Time shall not harm thee, But Earth which is mine, Its fruits shall deny... The Poetical Works of Robert Southey: Collected by Himself - Page 13 by Robert Southey - 1838 Full view -
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