 ... gave are faded, never more to be renewed. So we must leave thee, thou marvel of the world; we must bid farewell to thy clouds, and cold, and scarcity for ever! Thy manly hearts are still; thy tale of power and liberty at its close! Bereft of man,...  The last man, by the author of Frankenstein - Стр. 14авторы: Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1826Полный просмотр - Подробнее о книге
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1833 - Страниц: 214
...for ever ! Thy manly hearts are still ; thy tale of power and liberty at its close ! Bereft of man, O little isle ! the ocean waves will buffet thee, and...birth-place of weeds, thy sky will canopy barrenness. It'was not for the rose of Persia thou wert famous, nor the banana of the East ; not for the spicy... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1993 - Страниц: 380
...for ever! Thy manly hearts are still; thy tale of power and liberty at its close! Bereft of man, O little isle! the ocean waves will buffet thee, and...harvests, nor for thy vernal airs, nor solstitial sun — but for thy children, their unwearied industry and lofty aspiration. They are gone, and thou... | |
 | Mary Shelley - 1996 - Страниц: 476
...for ever! Thy manly hearts are still; thy tale of power and liberty at its close! Bereft of man, O little isle! the ocean waves will buffet thee, and...nor for thy vernal airs, nor solstitial sun—but for thy children, their unwearied industry and lofty aspiration. They are gone, and thou goest with... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1983 - Страниц: 498
...for ever! Thy manly hearts are 16 still; thy tale of power and liberty at its close! Bereft of man, O little isle! the ocean waves will buffet thee, and...harvests, nor for thy vernal airs, nor solstitial sun - but for thy children, their unwearied industry and lofty aspiration. They are gone, and thou... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 2017 - Страниц: 434
...for ever! Thy manly hearts are still; thy tale of power and liberty at its close! Bereft of man, O little isle! the ocean waves will buffet thee, and...harvests, nor for thy vernal airs, nor solstitial sun - but for thy children, 148 their unwearied industry and lofty aspiration. They are gone, and thou... | |
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