I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: // Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its... Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats - Página 74por John Keats - 1848 - 393 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
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