By Life Tormented (Afanasy Afanasevich Fet Poems)
By life tormented, and by cunning hope,When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,Day and night I press my ...
By life tormented, and by cunning hope,When my soul surrenders in its battle with them,Day and night I press my ...
Upon a haystack in lands of South,I lay, while facing skies of night,The choir of stars, alive and couth, ...
I always s like the northern birches:Their view, so downcast and grave, The fever, which poor souls scorches,Cools like the ...
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