Avar Inroad (Josef Svatopluk Machar Poems)
Villages rearward burn. Smoke-black the sky.Torrents of flame pour onward from afarOver the ripened corn and meadow-grass.And from these places ...
Villages rearward burn. Smoke-black the sky.Torrents of flame pour onward from afarOver the ripened corn and meadow-grass.And from these places ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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