The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomasG. Routledge, 1905 |
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... Till all burns up together . " And so , fought , In a mad whirl of knowing they were wrong ; Yea , they fought well , and ever , like a man That hangs legs off the ground by both his hands , Over some great height , did they struggle ...
... Till all burns up together . " And so , fought , In a mad whirl of knowing they were wrong ; Yea , they fought well , and ever , like a man That hangs legs off the ground by both his hands , Over some great height , did they struggle ...
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... Till on the goal she laid her fingers fair . There stood she breathing like a little child Amid some warlike clamour laid asleep , For no victorious joy her red lips smiled , Her cheek its wonted freshness did but keep ; No glance lit ...
... Till on the goal she laid her fingers fair . There stood she breathing like a little child Amid some warlike clamour laid asleep , For no victorious joy her red lips smiled , Her cheek its wonted freshness did but keep ; No glance lit ...
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... till I have won My sweet delight , or death to end my need . And know that I am called Milanion , Of King Amphidamas the well - loved son : So fear not that to thy old name , O King , Much loss or shame my victory will bring . ” " Nay ...
... till I have won My sweet delight , or death to end my need . And know that I am called Milanion , Of King Amphidamas the well - loved son : So fear not that to thy old name , O King , Much loss or shame my victory will bring . ” " Nay ...
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... till Milanion Saw nought for dazzling light that round him shone . But as he staggered with his arms outspread , Delicious unnamed odours breathed around , For languid happiness he bowed his head , And with wet eyes sank down upon the ...
... till Milanion Saw nought for dazzling light that round him shone . But as he staggered with his arms outspread , Delicious unnamed odours breathed around , For languid happiness he bowed his head , And with wet eyes sank down upon the ...
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... Till round the shining sides their fingers cling . And thou shalt see thy well - girt swift - foot maid By sight of these amidst her glory stayed . " For bearing these within a scrip with thee , THE EARTHLY PARADISE . 53 333.
... Till round the shining sides their fingers cling . And thou shalt see thy well - girt swift - foot maid By sight of these amidst her glory stayed . " For bearing these within a scrip with thee , THE EARTHLY PARADISE . 53 333.
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The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, 6 tomas Alfred Henry Miles Visos knygos peržiūra - 1905 |
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