 | Robert Browning - 1850 - Liczba stron: 436
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and hy such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's-work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1863 - Liczba stron: 430
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptorVwork : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1864 - Liczba stron: 436
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's-work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Penny readings - 1867 - Liczba stron: 270
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state, and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Growl with a certain humming in my... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1872 - Liczba stron: 310
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's- work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1874 - Liczba stron: 372
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | English poets - 1883 - Liczba stron: 364
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | 1883 - Liczba stron: 378
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
 | 1883 - Liczba stron: 378
...fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, Ami let the bedclothes, for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work: A ml as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts (I row, with a certain humming in... | |
 | Robert Browning - 1884 - Liczba stron: 308
...hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone...for a mortcloth, drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle, and strange thoughts Grow, with a certain humming in my... | |
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Good strong thick stupefying incensesmoke ! For as I lie here, hours of the dead night, Dying in state and by such slow degrees, I fold my arms as if they clasped a crook, And stretch my feet forth straight as stone can point, And let the bedclothes for... 
