The Rhyming River: An Anthology of Verse, Volumen4 |
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He drank enough And lifted his head , dreamily , as one who has drunken , And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air , so black , Seeming to lick his lips , And looked around like a god , unseeing , into the air ...
He drank enough And lifted his head , dreamily , as one who has drunken , And flickered his tongue like a forked night on the air , so black , Seeming to lick his lips , And looked around like a god , unseeing , into the air ...
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Her lips were red , and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin ; Some bee had stung it newly . But , Dick , her eyes so guard her face , I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July . Her mouth so small when she does ...
Her lips were red , and one was thin Compared to that was next her chin ; Some bee had stung it newly . But , Dick , her eyes so guard her face , I durst no more upon them gaze Than on the sun in July . Her mouth so small when she does ...
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With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , We could nor laugh nor wail ; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm , I suck'd the blood , And cried , “ A sail ! a sail ! ” At its nearer approach , it seemeth him to be ...
With throats unslaked , with black lips baked , We could nor laugh nor wail ; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ! I bit my arm , I suck'd the blood , And cried , “ A sail ! a sail ! ” At its nearer approach , it seemeth him to be ...
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The Wind and the Rain William Shakespeare | 4 |
Poor Rumble James Reeves ΙΟ | 12 |
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