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" And thinner, clearer, farther going ! O sweet and far from cliff and scar The horns of Elfland faintly blowing ! Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying : Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying. "
Things Wise and Otherwise - Страница 153
по Charles Wesley Biddle - 1900 - 287 страници
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