The Cambridge Book of Poetry for ChildrenKenneth Grahame The University Press, 1932 - Всего страниц: 235 |
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... hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their ...
... hath blown , That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown . For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast , And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed ; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill , And their ...
Стр. 94
... Hath wasted all the plain ; Astur hath stormed Janiculum , And the stout guards are slain . I wis , in all the Senate There was no heart so bold But sore it ached , and fast it beat , When that ill news was told . Forthwith up rose the ...
... Hath wasted all the plain ; Astur hath stormed Janiculum , And the stout guards are slain . I wis , in all the Senate There was no heart so bold But sore it ached , and fast it beat , When that ill news was told . Forthwith up rose the ...
Стр. 225
... hath sent thee : and say what is thine ” . " From far : and His name that hath sent me is God , " the Ghost answered , " and mine Was Hannibal once , ere thou wast : and the name that I now have is Fate . But arise , and be swift , and ...
... hath sent thee : and say what is thine ” . " From far : and His name that hath sent me is God , " the Ghost answered , " and mine Was Hannibal once , ere thou wast : and the name that I now have is Fate . But arise , and be swift , and ...
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