The Book of Classic English Poetry, 600-1830Edwin Markham W. H. Wise & Company, 1934 - 975 pagina's |
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Pagina 837
... stood . " The Body quoth : " Now this I say , Soul , thou hast done me wrong , I wis , When thou the blame on me dost lay That thou , thro ' me , hast lost thy bliss . Where have I fared , by wood or way , Or sat , or stood , or wrought ...
... stood . " The Body quoth : " Now this I say , Soul , thou hast done me wrong , I wis , When thou the blame on me dost lay That thou , thro ' me , hast lost thy bliss . Where have I fared , by wood or way , Or sat , or stood , or wrought ...
Pagina 1124
... stood Unterrified , and like a comet burned , That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky , and from his horrid hair ' Shakes pestilence and war . Each at the head Leveled his deadly aim . Their fatal hands No second ...
... stood Unterrified , and like a comet burned , That fires the length of Ophiuchus huge In the arctic sky , and from his horrid hair ' Shakes pestilence and war . Each at the head Leveled his deadly aim . Their fatal hands No second ...
Pagina 1127
... stood in terrible array Of hideous length : before the cloudy van , On the rough edge of battle ere it joined , Satan , with vast and haughty strides advanced , Came towering , armed in adamant and gold . BATTLE BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND ...
... stood in terrible array Of hideous length : before the cloudy van , On the rough edge of battle ere it joined , Satan , with vast and haughty strides advanced , Came towering , armed in adamant and gold . BATTLE BETWEEN THE ANGELS AND ...
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