Irving's Works: The Crayon miscellanyG. P. Putnam's sons, 1865 |
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Стр. 398 - His bow'd head on his hands, and shook as 'twere With a convulsion— then arose again, And with his teeth and quivering hands did tear What he had written, but he shed no tears. And he did calm himself, and fix his brow Into a kind of quiet: as he paused, The Lady of his love re-enter'd there; She was serene and smiling then, and yet She knew she was by him beloved...
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Стр. 361 - WHEN Time, or soon or late, shall bring The dreamless sleep that lulls the dead, Oblivion ! may thy languid wing Wave gently o'er my dying bed!
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