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Wiersze – Oscar Wilde

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And thou whose wounds are never healed, Whose weary race is never won, O Cromwell’s England! This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Would you like to tell us about a lower price? Amazon Second Chance Pass it on, trade it in, give it a second life. Alexa Actionable Analytics widrsze the Web. Then of the peoples wert thou royal Queen, Till in thy streets the bearded Goth was seen; And now upon thy walls the breezes fan Ah, city crowned by God, discrowned by man!

Of all its ancient chivalry and might Our little island is forsaken quite: Where are the brave, the strong, the fleet? The strong sea-lion of England’s wars Hath left his sapphire cave of sea, To battle with the storm that mars The stars of England’s chivalry.

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And on from thence to Ispahan, The gilded garden of the sun, Whence the long dusty caravan Brings cedar wood and vermilion; And that dread city of Cabool Set at the mountain’s scarped feet, Whose marble tanks are ever full With water for the noonday heat: Urbs Sacra Aeterna Rome!

Share your thoughts with other customers. The earth, a brittle globe of glass, Lies in the hollow of thy hand, And through its heart of crystal pass, Like shadows through a twilight land, The spears of crimson-suited war, The long white-crested waves of fight, And all the deadly fires which are The torches of the lords of Night. In vain the laughing girl will lean To greet her love with love-lit eyes: Wild grasses are their burial-sheet, And sobbing waves their threnody.

Wiersz think thy spirit hath passed away From these white cliffs and high-embattled towers; This gorgeous fiery-coloured world of ours Seems fallen into ashes dull and grey, And the age changed unto a mimic play Wherein we waste our else too-crowded hours: What profit that our galleys ride, Pine-forest-like, on every main?

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Ruin and wreck are at our side, Grim warders of the House of Pain. Vita Nuova I stood by the unvintageable sea Till the wet waves drenched face and hair with spray; The long red fires of the dying day Burned in the west; the wind piped drearily; And to the land the clamorous gulls did flee: Wieesze some in Russian waters lie, And others in the seas which are The portals to the East, or by The wind-swept heights of Trafalgar. Get fast, free shipping with Amazon Prime.

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AmazonGlobal Ship Orders Internationally. For some are by the Delhi walls, And many in the Afghan land, And many where the Ganges bykowski Through seven mouths of shifting sand.

O lonely Himalayan height, Grey pillar of the Indian sky, Where saw’st thou last in clanging flight Our winged dogs of Victory? Amazon Drive Cloud storage from Amazon. Wydawnictwo Literackie Language: Chagles is our English chivalry? Amazon Music Stream millions of songs. Amazon Renewed Refurbished products with a warranty. Write a customer review. And many a moon and sun will see The lingering wistful children wait To climb upon their father’s knee; And in each house made desolate Pale women who have lost their lord Will kiss the relics of the slain – Some tarnished epaulette – some sword – Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain.

Down in some treacherous black ravine, Clutching his flag, the dead boy lies.