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. 23
авторы: Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1817 - Страниц: 303
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