The English Poets, Volume 5Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1918 - English poetry |
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... feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Joris , " for Aix is in sight ! " VIII " How they ' ll greet us ! " - and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck ...
... feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome - spire sprang white , And " Gallop , " gasped Joris , " for Aix is in sight ! " VIII " How they ' ll greet us ! " - and all in a moment his roan Rolled neck ...
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... feet where Anselm stands : Peach - blossom marble all , the rare , the ripe As fresh - poured red wine of a mighty pulse . -Old Gandolf with his paltry onion - stone , Put me where I may look at him ! True peach , Rosy and flawless ...
... feet where Anselm stands : Peach - blossom marble all , the rare , the ripe As fresh - poured red wine of a mighty pulse . -Old Gandolf with his paltry onion - stone , Put me where I may look at him ! True peach , Rosy and flawless ...
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... feet forth straight as stone can point , And let the bedclothes , for a mortcloth , drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle , and strange thoughts Grow , with a certain humming in my ears , About ...
... feet forth straight as stone can point , And let the bedclothes , for a mortcloth , drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle , and strange thoughts Grow , with a certain humming in my ears , About ...
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... feet , And there fronts you , stark , black , but alive yet , your mountain of old , With his rents , the successive bequeathings of ages untold : Yea , each harm got in fighting your battles , each furrow and scar Of his head thrust ...
... feet , And there fronts you , stark , black , but alive yet , your mountain of old , With his rents , the successive bequeathings of ages untold : Yea , each harm got in fighting your battles , each furrow and scar Of his head thrust ...
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... feet Should first have rotted on their nimble joints , Or ere they brought thy master to this field ! " But Sohrab look'd upon the horse and said : - " Is this , then , Ruksh ? How often , in past days , My mother told me of thee , thou ...
... feet Should first have rotted on their nimble joints , Or ere they brought thy master to this field ! " But Sohrab look'd upon the horse and said : - " Is this , then , Ruksh ? How often , in past days , My mother told me of thee , thou ...
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