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Day after day , he lay , as if in sleep . His skin grew dry and bloodless , and white
scales Circled with livid purple , covered him . And then his nails grew black , and
fell away From the dull flesh about them , and the hues Deepened beneath the ...
Day after day , he lay , as if in sleep . His skin grew dry and bloodless , and white
scales Circled with livid purple , covered him . And then his nails grew black , and
fell away From the dull flesh about them , and the hues Deepened beneath the ...
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The buyer came And roughly struck his palm upon his breast , And touched his
unhealed wounds , and with a sheer Passed on , and when , with weariness o '
erspent , He bowed his head in a forgetful sleep , Th ' inhuman soldier smote him
...
The buyer came And roughly struck his palm upon his breast , And touched his
unhealed wounds , and with a sheer Passed on , and when , with weariness o '
erspent , He bowed his head in a forgetful sleep , Th ' inhuman soldier smote him
...
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At his feet , Stretched on a pallet , lay the Arab boy , Muttering fast in his unquiet
sleep , And working his dark fingers in his palms Convulsively . His sallow lips
were pale , And , as they moved , his teeth showed ghastly through , White as a ...
At his feet , Stretched on a pallet , lay the Arab boy , Muttering fast in his unquiet
sleep , And working his dark fingers in his palms Convulsively . His sallow lips
were pale , And , as they moved , his teeth showed ghastly through , White as a ...
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... fast - flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change . My merry fire
Sings cheerfully to itself ; my musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet
sleep , And looks into my face as if she felt Like me the gentle influence of the
rain .
... fast - flying clouds across my book Passes with delicate change . My merry fire
Sings cheerfully to itself ; my musing cat Purrs as she wakes from her unquiet
sleep , And looks into my face as if she felt Like me the gentle influence of the
rain .
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And the clear air exhilirates , and life Simply , is luxury — and when the hush Of
twilight , like a gentle sleep , steals on , And the birds settle to their nests , and
stars Spring in the upper sky , and there is not A sound that is not low and
musicalAt ...
And the clear air exhilirates , and life Simply , is luxury — and when the hush Of
twilight , like a gentle sleep , steals on , And the birds settle to their nests , and
stars Spring in the upper sky , and there is not A sound that is not low and
musicalAt ...
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| Заглавие | Melanie and Other Poems |
| Автор | Nathaniel Parker Willis |
| Издание | 2 |
| Издател | Saunders and Otley, 1837 |
| Оригиналът е от | Нюйоркската обществена библиотека |
| Цифровизирана на | 11 Дек 2006 |
| Брой страници | 242 страници |
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