His old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.
John KeatsIt appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
John KeatsHis old right hand lay nerveless, listless, dead, Unsceptred; and his realmless eyes were closed.
John KeatsIt appears to me that almost any man may like the spider spin from his own inwards his own airy citadel.
John Keats