Soft revell land – 2. oldal

... the fair green meadows there hung ever a soft white mist, and any who strayed far ... forth, never to return. Over this strange land there rifled a beautiful giantess. Her hair was ...

• Gyártó: Merkaba Press

... stealing through the trees came the soft voice of Hera: "Of all ... King shalt thou be of the lands where the grey dawn rises, ... back fair Helen to her own land. Few there were who came ...

• Gyártó: Merkaba Press

... led upward and onward into the beautiful land. Sometimes indeed no path was needed; for ... without touching one.' When the wind blew soft; the Hellenes listened to the whispering of ...

• Gyártó: Merkaba Press