These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.
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Anand Thakur
These be Three silent things: The Falling snow. . . the hour Before the dawn. . . the mouth of one Just dead.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYMy object to venture the suggestion that an important application of phonetics to metrical problems lies in the study of phonetic word-structure.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYGreat lands stretching endlessly…
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYThe leaves, frost-crisp’d, break free from the trees And fall.
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYSun and wind and beat of sea
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYListen … With faint dry sound, Like steps of passing ghosts
ADELAIDE CRAPSEYWhere be bonds to bind the free? All the world was made for me!
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