Gaze not on swans, in whose soft breast, A full-hatched beauty seems to nest Nor snow, which falling from the sky Hovers in its virginity.
They are Nietzsche's over-men, these primitive Albanians - something between kings and tigers. - Henry Noel Brailsford
They are Nietzsche's over-men, these primitive Albanians - something between kings and tigers.
- Henry Noel Brailsford
Gaze not on swans, in whose soft breast, A full-hatched beauty seems to nest Nor snow, which falling from the sky Hovers in its virginity. - Henry Noel Brailsford
Swans moulting die, snow melts to tears, Roses do blush and hang their heads - Henry Noel Brailsford
Swans moulting die, snow melts to tears, Roses do blush and hang their heads
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