 | Robert Haven Schauffler - 1925 - 474 страници
...scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonour, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses;... | |
 | Robert Shafer - 1926 - 1410 страници
...scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful; Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses;... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1926 - 230 страници
...scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful : Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses;... | |
 | Edwin Markham - 1927 - 402 страници
...scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful: Past all dishonor, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses;... | |
 | 1927 - 490 страници
...scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful; Past all dishonour, Death has left on her Only the beautiful. Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family, Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses;... | |
 | Edgar Allan Poe - 1927 - 956 страници
...the brink of it Picture it, — think of it. Dissolute Man! Lave in it, drink of it Then, if you can! body, too, was at variance with this idea — for he rocked fro poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily, Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses;... | |
 | George Carver - 1930 - 408 страници
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 | Norman Foerster - 1930 - 556 страници
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Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family — Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily. Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home? Who was her father? : Who was her... 
