Yesterday as I lay nigh dead with toil Underneath the hurtling crane oiled with our blood Thinking to end all and let the crane crush me He came by and bore me into the shade: O, what a furnace roaring in his blood Thawed my congealed sinews and tingled... My Head! My Head!: Being the History of Elisha and the Shunamite Woman; with ... - Page 25 de Robert Graves - 1925 - 141 pages Affichage du livre entier -
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