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A Boy's Will
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ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel ours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I…
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- Autorius: Robert Frost
- Leidėjas CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10 : 1976206987
- ISBN-13 : 9781976206986
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
- Extra -15 % nuolaida šiai knygai su kodu: ENG15
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ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel ours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew-Only more sure of all I thought was true.EXTRA 15 % nuolaida
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- Autorius: Robert Frost
- Leidėjas CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1976206987
- ISBN-13: 9781976206986
- Formatas 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.1 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
ONE of my wishes is that those dark trees, So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze, Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom, But stretched away unto the edge of doom. I should not be withheld but that some day Into their vastness I should steal away, Fearless of ever finding open land, Or highway where the slow wheel ours the sand. I do not see why I should e'er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew-Only more sure of all I thought was true.
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