Ýäâàðä Ëèð (Edward Lear)

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Çàèãðàëà Äåâèöà â Ìàðñåëå,
Êàê íèêòî èç èãðàâøèõ äîñåëå.
	È âîëøåáíàÿ ëèðà
	Ïîêîðèëà ïîëìèðà
È åù¸ ïîëîâèíó Ìàðñåëÿ.

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There was a Young Lady of Tyre,
Who swept the loud chords of a lyre;
At the sound of each sweep
She enraptured the deep,
And enchanted the city of Tyre. 

1. There Was a Young Lady of Hull
2. There Was an Old Person in Gray
3. Imitation of The Olden Poets
4. There Was An Old Man Of Coblenz
5. There Was An Old Man Of Jamaica

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Êîëè÷åñòâî îáðàùåíèé ê ñòèõîòâîðåíèþ: 1175

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