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T. S. Eliot - Conversation Galante
Thomas Stearns Eliot
I observe: Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester... -
Theoretikos
Oscar Wilde
This mighty empire hath but feet of clay: Of all its ancient chivalry and might... -
Marlowe
Josephine Preston Peabody
MARLOWE: Hands off, I say! Stay then, and every devil may come to hear, And heaven... -
Lady Łazarz
Sylvia Plath
Znów to zrobiłam Co dziesięć lat Udaje mi się - Żywy cud, skóra lśni się...