hand-to-hand combat with the famous Indian fighter, Capt.
2023-12-06 03:44:33source：Not caught Ermao net Classification：power
O radiant face that found me tired and lone,
I shall not for the dear dead past forget
The sweetest looks of all the Summers gone.
Ah! time hath made familiar wild Regret;
For now the leaves are white in last year's bowers;
And now doth sob along the ruined leas
The homeless storm from saddened southern seas,
While March sits weeping over withered flowers.