Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Том 3W. H. Wise, 1948 - Всего страниц: 3198 |
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... stood in terrible array Of hideous length : before the cloudy van , On the rough edge of battle ere it joined , Satan , with vast and haughty strides advanced , Came towering , armed in adamant and gold . BATTLE BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND ...
... stood in terrible array Of hideous length : before the cloudy van , On the rough edge of battle ere it joined , Satan , with vast and haughty strides advanced , Came towering , armed in adamant and gold . BATTLE BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND ...
Стр. 1425
... stood . This seraph - band , each waved his hand : It was a heavenly sight ! They stood as signals to the land , Each one a lovely light ; This seraph - band , each waved his hand , No voice did they impart― No voice ; but O , the ...
... stood . This seraph - band , each waved his hand : It was a heavenly sight ! They stood as signals to the land , Each one a lovely light ; This seraph - band , each waved his hand , No voice did they impart― No voice ; but O , the ...
Стр. 1513
... Stood forth in Bagdad , daily , in the square Where once had stood a happy house , and there Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar On all they owed to the divine Jaffar . “ Bring me this man , " the caliph cried ; the man Was brought ...
... Stood forth in Bagdad , daily , in the square Where once had stood a happy house , and there Harangued the tremblers at the scimitar On all they owed to the divine Jaffar . “ Bring me this man , " the caliph cried ; the man Was brought ...
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