 | Charles Hobday - 1997 - Počet stránok 372
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 | Roy Jay Cook - 1958 - Počet stránok 200
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 | Stephen Adams - 1997 - Počet stránok 260
...deformity; Restore thine image so much, by thy grace, That Thou may'st know me, and I'll turn my face. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my...Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Figures of Syntactic Deviation The general term for deviation from normal word order is inversion (also... | |
 | Diana Gabaldon - 1997 - Počet stránok 904
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 | Kenneth Koch - 1998 - Počet stránok 328
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 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - Počet stránok 212
...in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed...impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from... | |
 | Kenneth Koch - 1999 - Počet stránok 324
...in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed...impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - Počet stránok 386
...in prayer in my sore need. Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud! I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed...autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit f1erce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered... | |
 | Timothy Steele - 1999 - Počet stránok 400
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Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! 
