Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Svazek 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Počet stran: 3198 |
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Strana 1119
... moon , whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole , 3 4 2 Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , Rivers , or mountains , in her spotty globe . His spear to equal which the tallest pine Hewn ...
... moon , whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole , 3 4 2 Or in Valdarno , to descry new lands , Rivers , or mountains , in her spotty globe . His spear to equal which the tallest pine Hewn ...
Strana 1414
... Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by the star - dogged Moon , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . His shipmates Four times fifty living ...
... Moon , with one bright star Within the nether tip . One after one , by the star - dogged Moon , Too quick for groan or sigh , Each turned his face with a ghastly pang , And cursed me with his eye . His shipmates Four times fifty living ...
Strana 1423
... Moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fixed on me their stony eyes , That in the Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never ...
... Moon was high ; The dead men stood together . All stood together on the deck , For a charnel - dungeon fitter : All fixed on me their stony eyes , That in the Moon did glitter . The pang , the curse , with which they died , Had never ...
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