 THE WANING MOON AND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapt in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass.  The Writer1919Pilnskats - Par šo grāmatu
 | Urmila Varma - 1980 - 184 lapas
[ Atvainojiet, šīs lappuses saturs ir ierobežots. ] | |
 | Eric Warner, Graham Hough - 1983 - 344 lapas
...changing,' and finding 'no object worth' its 'constancy,' or it is like a 'dying lady' who 'totters' 'out of her chamber led by the insane and feeble wanderings of her fading brain,' and even when it is no more than a star, it casts an evil influence that makes the lips of lovers 'lurid'... | |
 | Harold Bloom - 1985 - 680 lapas
[ Atvainojiet, šīs lappuses saturs ir ierobežots. ] | |
| |
