Anthology of the World's Best Poems, Volumen4W. H. Wise, 1948 - 3198 páginas |
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... wind Their wasting dust , wildly he wandered on , Day after day , a weary waste of hours , Bearing within his life the brooding care That ever fed on its decaying flame . And now his limbs were lean ; his scattered hair , Sered by the ...
... wind Their wasting dust , wildly he wandered on , Day after day , a weary waste of hours , Bearing within his life the brooding care That ever fed on its decaying flame . And now his limbs were lean ; his scattered hair , Sered by the ...
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... wind . SOLON Babylon , where is thy might ? It is gone in the wind . Like the swift shadows of noon , like the dreams of the blind , Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the wind . Man , canst thou build upon aught in the pride ...
... wind . SOLON Babylon , where is thy might ? It is gone in the wind . Like the swift shadows of noon , like the dreams of the blind , Vanish the glories and pomps of the earth in the wind . Man , canst thou build upon aught in the pride ...
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... his virtues room ; Nor is that wind less rough which blows a good man's barge . Nature , with equal mind , Sees all her sons at play ; Sees man control the wind , The wind sweep man away ; Allows the proudly - 2076 MATTHEW ARNOLD.
... his virtues room ; Nor is that wind less rough which blows a good man's barge . Nature , with equal mind , Sees all her sons at play ; Sees man control the wind , The wind sweep man away ; Allows the proudly - 2076 MATTHEW ARNOLD.
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