Creado por George Wilding
hace alrededor de 8 años
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Pregunta | Respuesta |
First Stanza | |
First line | She sits in the tawny vapour |
Second line | That the city lanes have uprolled |
Third line | Behind whose webby fold on fold |
Forth line | Like a waning taper |
Fifth line | The street light glimmers cold |
Second Stanza | |
First Line | A messenger's knock cracks smartly |
Second Line | Flashed news is in her hand |
Third Line | Of meaning it dazes to understand |
Forth Line | Though shaped so shortly |
Fifth Line | He has fallen in the far South Land |
Third stanza | |
First Line | Tis the morrow the fog hangs thicker |
Second Line | The postman nears and goes |
Third Line | A letter is brought whose lines disclose |
Forth Line | By the firelight flicker |
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