William Watson (Уильям Уотсон)

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Under the dark and piny steep
  We watched the storm crash by:
We saw the bright brand leap and leap
  Out of the shattered sky.

The elements were minist'ring
  To make one mortal blest;
For, peal by peal, you did but cling
  The closer to his breast.

1. To a Friend
2. Well He Slumbers, Greatly Slain
3. And These - Are These Indeed the End
4. Liberty Rejected
5. The Russ at Kara

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