 | Virginia Woolf - 2008 - 288 стор.
...tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through...tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas in fairy lands forlorn. For Ruth,... | |
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