الآدابشعر إنجليزيقصيدة Snow flakes,Out of the bosom of the Air ,Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken ,Over the woodlands brown and bare ,Over the harvest-fields forsaken
الآدابشعر إنجليزيقصيدة The Indian Hunter,When the summer harvest was gathered in ,And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin ,And the ploughshare was in its furrow left ,Where the stubble land had been lately cleft
