Phoebe Cary (Фиби Кэри)

Jacob

HE dwelt among "apartments let,"
    About five stories high; 
A man I thought that none would get,
    And very few would try.

A boulder, by a larger stone
    Half hidden in the mud, 
Fair as a man when only one
    Is in the neighborhood.

He lived unknown, and few could tell
    When Jacob was not free; 
But he has got a wife,--and O!
    The difference to me!

1. Suppose
2. The Three Wrens
3. Entered into Rest
4. The Leak in the Dike
5. The Prairie on Fire

Arthur Clough (Артур Клаф) Jacob ("My sons, and ye the children of my sons")

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1800

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