 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
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...the living brain; That light, reflected, but makes darkness plain. MARY COLERIDGE 451 THE WANING MOON AND like a dying lady, lean and pale, Who totters...of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east, A white and shapeless mass. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY 452 WE'LL GO NO MORE A-ROVING So, we'll go no... | |
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