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Some Verses Helen Hay Whitney
Some Verses
Helen Hay Whitney
A long grim corridor-a sullen bar Of light athwart the darkness-where no fleet Pale sunshine spreads for dark his winding sheet A light, not born of noon nor placid star Glows lurid thro' the gloom-while from afar, Beats marching of innumerable feet. Is this the place where tragic armies meet? The throb of terror that presages war?- I strain to see, then softly on my sight There falls the vision, manifold they come-
| Mídia | Livros Paperback Book (Livro de capa flexível e brochura) |
| Lançado | 19 de janeiro de 2016 |
| ISBN13 | 9781519275608 |
| Editoras | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
| Páginas | 46 |
| Dimensões | 152 × 229 × 3 mm · 77 g |
| Idioma | Inglês |