 Nor scream can any raise, nor prayer can any say, But wild, wild, the terror of the speechless three — For they feel fair Anna Grace drawn silently away, By whom they dare not look to see. They feel their tresses twine with her parting locks of gold,...  Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine - Страница 4181858Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | 1894 - 340 страници
...elastic falling, as her head withdraws ; They feel her sliding arms from their tranced arms unfold, For heavy on their senses the faint enchantment lies...neither fear nor wonder can ope their quivering eyes, Or theirlimbs from the coldground raise, Till out of night the earth has rolled her dewy side, With every... | |
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