And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a... Thoughts on Education - Strana 24 podľa Eliza C. Lawton - 1854 - Počet stránok 43 Úplné zobrazenie -
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