Bring me the captive now ! My hand feels skilful, and the shadows lift From my waked spirit airily and swift, And I could paint the bow Upon the bended heavens — around me play Colors of such divinity to-day. "Ha! bind him on his back! Look — as Prometheus... Poems of Early and After Years - Seite 134 von Nathaniel Parker Willis - 1848 - 410 Seiten Vollansicht -
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