Allan Quatermain
Allan Quatermain H. Rider Haggard Lament, ye birds, the battle’s fallen star, But you, sweet nightingales, forbear to sing. Ye vultures only, floating from afar, Shriek o’er the sepulchre on shadowy wing Of him that fed…
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