FEAR death? — to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts denote I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press of the storm, The post of the foe; Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form,... The Outlook - Strana 2571899Úplné zobrazenie
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Peter Hopkinson - 2007 - Počet stránok 464
...arrival of a train which might save both their lives, could have got away with just quoting Browning: 'Fear death? - to feel the fog in my throat, the mist...night, the press of the storm, the post of the foe...' 84 Knight Without Armour. Dietrich flees the Bolsheviks - and takes a tub 85 Almost neurasthenic in...