The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, —... The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review - Strona 206 pod redakcją - 1818 Pełny widok -
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