English poem
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Is the prophetess with rods Beaten, that she writhes in air? With the Gods who never spare, Wrestling with the unsparing Gods, Lone, her body struggles there.
Versos English George Meredith Xiv
Versos English George Meredith Xiv
English poem
Is the prophetess with rods Beaten, that she writhes in air? With the Gods who never spare, Wrestling with the unsparing Gods, Lone, her body struggles there.