 | 1926 - Страниц: 727
...the dungeon bright; And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, — A little talk of better days, A little hope my own to raise, For...silence — lost In this last loss, of all the most; Of fainting nature's feebleness, More slowly drawn, grew less and less: I listened, but I could not... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1926 - Страниц: 882
...the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot ! A little talk nd, raise ! For the tidings of thy might, By the festal cities' blaze, While the aoo In this last loss, of all the most : And then the sighs he would suppress Of fainting nature's... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - Страниц: 546
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 | Ernest Bernbaum - 1929
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 | Hendrik Poutsma - 1990
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 | Vere Henry Collins - 1930 - Страниц: 468
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 | John Wilson Bowyer - 1931 - Страниц: 1312
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Was as a mockery of the tomb, Whose tints as gently sunk away As a departing rainbow's ray. An eye of most transparent light, That almost made the dungeon bright, And not a word of murmur — not A groan o'er his untimely lot, A little talk of better... 
