 Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson...  The Atlantic Monthly - 487 psl.1918Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Alan Cheuse - 1982 - 376 psl.
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 | George Gesner - 1983 - 764 psl.
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 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 psl.
...mind, and a fine sense of effect in throwing its figure on the back ground of the "crimson sky," amid the pricks of nettles' But the merits which possibly have had most weight in the public estimation of the poem, are the melody... | |
 | Michael Meyer - 1987 - 1782 psl.
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