 And drag me at your chariot till I die, — Oh, heavy prince! Oh, panderer of hearts! — Yet hear me tell how in their throats they lie Who shout you mighty: thick about my hair Day in, day out, your ominous arrows purr Who still am free, unto no querulous...  A Few Figs from Thistles– Poems and Sonnets - 29 psl.autoriai: Edna St. Vincent Millay - 1922 - 39 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Francis Fisher Browne, Waldo Ralph Browne, Scofield Thayer, Marianne Moore - 1920 - 944 psl.
...ominous arrows purr, Who still am free, unto no querulous care A fool, and in no temple worshipper. I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, Lifted...brave, Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!) fo — o Q ta et u. as — u a v> O X 2 w Q 15 b O H .! 7 O NOTES ON THE INDIAN WATER-COLOURS BY WALTER... | |
 | Edna St. Vincent Millay - 1998 - 244 psl.
...no querulous care A fool, and in no temple worshiper! I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, W Lifted my face into its puny rain, Do wreathe you...brave, Punish me, surely, with the shaft I crave!) 73 I think I should have loved you presently, And given in earnest words I flung in jest; And lifted... | |
 | Ross Wetzsteon - 2002 - 668 psl.
...1920 issue of The Dial and which he promptly memorized and declaimed every morning as he showered. I, that have bared me to your quiver's fire, Lifted...blasphemy so brave, Punish me, surely, with the shaft 1 crave!) "The fascination that this poem had for me was due partly to its ringing defiance— at the... | |
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