 | Edgar Allan Poe, Gary Richard Thompson - 1984 - 1572 trang
...merit. We fully recognize the poet in Thou'rt gone — the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form. , moreover, that this unity cannot be thoroughly preserved...cannot be completed at one sitting. We may contin The Forest Hymn consists of about a hundred and twenty blank Pentameters, of whose great rhythmical... | |
 | Michael Meyer - 1987 - 1782 trang
[ Xin lỗi, nội dung trang này bị giới hạn ] | |
 | Franz H. Link - 1988 - 284 trang
[ Xin lỗi, nội dung trang này bị giới hạn ] | |
 | Franz H. Link - 1988 - 284 trang
[ Xin lỗi, nội dung trang này bị giới hạn ] | |
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All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near. 
