Sonnets Of Old Egypt (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
Borne in the car along a crowded way, Sun-soaked, I saw the world like shadows glide, Or phantom boats, upon a running ...
Good friend of mine, you feel with me-Your blood grows hot by sympathyWith something that I say or do;Then speak-I ...
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