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Lewis Carroll (Льюис Кэрролл)


Echoes


Lady Clara Vere de Vere
Was eight years old, she said:
Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread.

She took her little porringer:
Of me she shall not win renown:
For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag her
down.

"Sisters and brothers, little Maid?
There stands the Inspector at thy door:
Like a dog, he hunts for boys who know not two and two are four."

"Kind words are more than coronets,"
She said, and wondering looked at me:
"It is the dead unhappy night, and I must hurry home to tea." 



Lewis Carroll's other poems:
  1. Выборы в Совет Оксфордского университетаThe Elections to the Hebdomadal Council
  2. ПилигримлянинThe Wandering Burgess
  3. Покинутые паркиThe Deserted Parks
  4. Он прав, миляга!What Tottles Meant
  5. Простофиля и ПростоквашаKing-Fisher Song


Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • George Russell (Джордж Расселл) Echoes ("THE MIGHT that shaped itself through storm and stress")
  • Emma Lazarus (Эмма Лазарус) Echoes ("Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope")

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