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Wiersze – Oscar Wilde
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields wirrsze tide, England! For southern wind and east wind meet Where, girt and crowned by sword and fire, England with bare and bloody feet Climbs the steep road of wide empire. Discover Prime Book Box for Kids. I think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else bukkwski hours: Where is our English chivalry?
Where through the narrow straight Bazaar A little maid Circassian Is led, a present from the Czar Unto some old and bearded bukowsik, – Here have our wild war-eagles flown, And flapped wide wings in fiery fight; But the sad dove, gukowski sits alone In England – she hath no delight.
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Urbs Sacra Aeterna Rome! If you are a seller for this product, would you like to suggest updates through seller support? And many a moon and sun will see The lingering wistful children wierszee To climb upon their bukowskl knee; And in each house made desolate Pale women who have lost their lord Will kiss the relics of the slain – Some tarnished epaulette – some sword – Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain.
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In vain the woersze girl will lean To greet her love with love-lit eyes: Theoretikos This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Vita Nuova I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires of the dying day Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily; And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee: O come out of it, Come out of it, my Soul, thou art not fit For this vile traffic-house, where day by day Wisdom and reverence are buiowski at mart, And the rude people rage with ignorant cries Wiersz an heritage of centuries.
O lonely Himalayan height, Grey pillar of the Indian sky, Where saw’st thou last in clanging flight Our winged dogs of Victory? O silence of the sunless day! Wild grasses are their burial-sheet, And sobbing waves their threnody. Get to Know Us. Wave and wild wind and foreign shore Possess the flower of English land – Lips that thy lips shall kiss no more, Hands that shall never clasp thy hand.
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And many an Afghan chief, who lies Beneath his cool pomegranate-trees, Clutches his sword in fierce surmise When on the mountain-side he sees The fleet-foot Marri scout, who comes To tell how he hath heard afar The measured roll of English drums Beat at the gates of Kandahar.
The brazen-throated clarion blows Across the Pathan’s reedy fen, And the high steeps of Indian snows Shake to the tread of armed men.
And some in Russian waters lie, And others in the dharles which are The portals to the East, or by The wind-swept heights of Trafalgar. Amazon Inspire Digital Educational Resources.
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And on from thence to Ispahan, The gilded garden of the sun, Whence the long dusty caravan Brings cedar wood and vermilion; And that dread city of Cabool Set at the mountain’s scarped feet, Whose marble tanks are ever full With water for the noonday heat: The strong sea-lion of Bukkwski wars Hath left his sapphire cave of sea, To battle with the storm that mars The stars of England’s chivalry.