The English Poets, 5. kötetThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1918 |
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1 - 5 találat összesen 76 találatból.
10. oldal
... feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , 6 And Gallop , ' gasped Joris , ' for Aix is in sight ! ' VIII . བྷ ཝ ' How they'll greet us ! ' - and all in a moment his roan Rolled ...
... feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , 6 And Gallop , ' gasped Joris , ' for Aix is in sight ! ' VIII . བྷ ཝ ' How they'll greet us ! ' - and all in a moment his roan Rolled ...
12. oldal
... feet where Anselm stands : Peach - blossom marble all , the rare , the ripe As fresh - poured red wine of a mighty pulse . -Old Gandolf with his paltry onion - stone , Put me where I may look at him ! True peach , Rosy and flawless ...
... feet where Anselm stands : Peach - blossom marble all , the rare , the ripe As fresh - poured red wine of a mighty pulse . -Old Gandolf with his paltry onion - stone , Put me where I may look at him ! True peach , Rosy and flawless ...
13. oldal
... feet forth straight as stone can point , And let the bedclothes , for a mortcloth , drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle , and strange thoughts Grow , with a certain humming in my ears , ** About ...
... feet forth straight as stone can point , And let the bedclothes , for a mortcloth , drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle , and strange thoughts Grow , with a certain humming in my ears , ** About ...
17. oldal
... feet , And there fronts you , stark , black , but alive yet , your mountain of old , With his rents , the successive bequeathings of ages untold : Yea , each harm got in fighting your battles , each furrow and scar Of his head thrust ...
... feet , And there fronts you , stark , black , but alive yet , your mountain of old , With his rents , the successive bequeathings of ages untold : Yea , each harm got in fighting your battles , each furrow and scar Of his head thrust ...
53. oldal
... feet Should first have rotted on their nimble joints , Or ere they brought thy master to this field ! ' But Sohrab look'd upon the horse and said : ' Is this , then , Ruksh ? How often , in past days , My mother told me of thee , thou ...
... feet Should first have rotted on their nimble joints , Or ere they brought thy master to this field ! ' But Sohrab look'd upon the horse and said : ' Is this , then , Ruksh ? How often , in past days , My mother told me of thee , thou ...
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