SOMETHING there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9788827510117 ● Mărime fișier 0.6 MB ● Editura Skyline ● Publicat 2017 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 5563285 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor DRM social