 Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen; Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.  The Wesleyan-Methodist Magazine - Էջ 2401819Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Lee Hunt - 2008 - 372 էջ
...bright in her eyes, unable to meet his look. "There's another verse," said the Vampyr, and he quoted, "For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,...and chill, / And their hearts but once heaved, and forever grew still." The hansom turned right onto the Bowery, an impoverished version of Broadway to... | |
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