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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-
| Media | Boeken Paperback Book (Boek met zachte kaft en gelijmde rug) |
| Vrijgegeven | 19 januari 2016 |
| ISBN13 | 9781519275608 |
| Uitgevers | Createspace Independent Publishing Platf |
| Pagina's | 46 |
| Afmetingen | 152 × 229 × 3 mm · 77 g |
| Taal en grammatica | Engels |