 | Arthur McCalla - 2006 - 254 oldal
...and lime; But trust that those we call the dead Are breathers of an ampler day For ever nobler ends. They say. The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts...of cyclic storms. Till at the last arose the man; Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime, The herald of a higher race, And of himself in higher... | |
 | Arthur McCalla - 2006 - 244 oldal
...of an ampler day For ever nobler ends. They say. The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts effluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The...of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man; Who throve and branch'd from clime to clime. The herald of a higher race, And of himself in higher... | |
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They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms, Till at the last arose the man... 
