 Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day, the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a...  A Selection from Mrs. Browning's Poems - Página 53de Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1903 - 191 páginasVisualização completa - Sobre este livro
 | 1843 - 832 páginas
...high window hlank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the hlack flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning all the day, and we with all ! All day long, the iron wheels are droning — And sometimes we could pray — ' O ye wheels' (hreaking... | |
 | 1857 - 830 páginas
...: "Tarns the sky in the high window, blank and reeling — Turns the lung light that druppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning all tho day, and wo with all I And all day the iron wheels arc droning ; And sometimes we could pray, 0... | |
 | 1843 - 1380 páginas
...faces ! Till our hearts turn, and our heads with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places ! Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning all... | |
 | Elizabeth Barrett Browning - 1844 - 290 páginas
...— Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — • Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning,... | |
 | 1844 - 638 páginas
...— Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places— Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning, all... | |
 | 1844 - 648 páginas
...our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their placesTurns the slcy in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black (lies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning, all... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 550 páginas
...— Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, — Turns the long light that.droppeth down the wall, — Turn the black flies that crawl along...with all ! And all day the iron wheels are droning; And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels,' (breaking out in a mad moaning,) •Stop ! be silent for... | |
 | Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1845 - 562 páginas
...; Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walls turn in their places, — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling, — Turns the long light thatdroppeth down the wall,Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, — All are turning,... | |
 | University magazine - 1845 - 772 páginas
...oar hearts tarn — oar heads, with pulses burning. And the walls turn in their places — Tarns tlic sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Torn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning, all... | |
 | 1846 - 592 páginas
...— Till our hearts turn, — our heads, with pulses burning, And the walla turn in their places — Turns the sky in the high window blank and reeling — Turns the long light that droppeth down the wall — Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling — All are turning, all... | |
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