And the little voluble, chattering daws of men Peck at me curiously, let it then be said By some one brave enough to speak the truth : Here lies a great soul killed by cruel wrong. Down all the balmy days of his fresh youth To his bleak, desolate noon,... The Agora - Stran 1801896Celotni ogled - O knjigi
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...truth: Here lies a great soul killed by cruel wrong Down all the balmy days of his fresh To his bleak, desolate noon with sword and song And speech that...till his own wound (He had been stabbed) concealed by painful art Through wasting years, mastered him and he swooned And sank there where you see him... | |
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