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. Imitation of The Olden Poets
2. There Was An Old Lady Whose Folly
3. There Was A Young Person Of Crete
4. There Was An Old Person Of Basing
5. There Was a Young Lady of Turkey

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Êîëè÷åñòâî îáðàùåíèé ê ñòèõîòâîðåíèþ: 1314

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