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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...cloud; 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...lightning and the Moon the dead men gave a groan. They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, nor spake, nor moved their eyes; it had been strange, even...
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