The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. Sibylline Leaves: A Collection of Poems - Стр. 23авторы: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Страниц: 303Полный просмотр
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Eugene O'Neill - 1988 - Страниц: 434
...hurried about! And to and fro, and in and out, The wan stars danced between. The loud wind never reach 'd the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the moon The dead men gave a groan. A strange beautiful light comes down the sky and settles on the men's bodies. They groan and stir with...