 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
Which passed, upleaning in a calm divine;
We unknówn enránged vast mountains underran.
They, our glass shows, confine ón and compass in,
Great land-breadths green. And lo! much-peopled Region;
Which Seres our sires named, of aspect strange:
Full of fields' tilth, rife villages ánd great towns.
We unknówn enránged vast mountains underran.
They, our glass shows, confine ón and compass in,
Great land-breadths green. And lo! much-peopled Region;
Which Seres our sires named, of aspect strange:
Full of fields' tilth, rife villages ánd great towns.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |